I followed him out of the park gates as he headed down the road towards the Seven-Eleven at the corner of his street. I hesitated, then increased my pace. I knew that if I didn’t do it now, he would be within sight of his grandparents’ house – and the opportunity would be lost. I stretched out my hand to touch him on the shoulder and was about to call out his name. But something made me hold back. So I just stood there, looking at my hand in disgust, as if it were covered in infectious boils.
Jonah turned the corner, oblivious to my presence.
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