THE LOVER

Previously

…“Leo,” I chirped, my voice bubbling with the sheer joy of proximity to him, “can I have the sky blue? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” He looked up, his brow furrowed just a tiny bit, the way it did when he was concentrating very hard. He picked up the sky blue crayon, examined it as if it held the secrets of the universe, and then, with a sigh that seemed far too heavy for such a small person, he put it back. “Uh, I’m using