"That’s the point, Dad," Leo said, his voice high but steady. "I’ve spent seventeen years looking at the world through a lens. I want to see it without the glare."
"You're sure about this?" his dad whispered, looming like a mountain as he unlatched the lid. "The world is... big, Leo. And fast." tiny teenage free
With a deep breath, Leo leaped from his father's hand onto a swaying leaf of the nearby hydrangea. The impact was bouncy, like a trampoline. He didn't look back. For the first time, there was no glass between him and the horizon. He was small, sure, but the world finally felt like it was exactly the right size. "That’s the point, Dad," Leo said, his voice