Ricardo spun around, abandoning the staircase instantly. He dropped back to his knees beside the white rug, his protective instincts overriding every other thought. He gently pulled Leo’s small hand away from his wrist, peeling back the crisp white cuff of the boy's shirt.
The sight beneath the fabric stole the air straight from Ricardo's lungs.
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