The room was completely silent, filled with tension that could be cut with a knife. Leo did not like this man with the hair; the way he was looking at him, like he was a science experiment instead of a human, registered in his mind despite his age and typical obliviousness to basically everything. His skin crawled and his heart jumped into his throat.
His mother could not hang onto her breath for much longer. She breathed in heavily and asked, “Do you have any idea what could be wrong with him?”