LOGINAMELIA'S POV:The notice board said eleven words and I read them and I thought: good.This house believes that rules matter more than feelings. And my immediate, first, completely automatic response was: no they do not and it is not because I had thought about it but because I felt it. Which was already a point in my favour if anyone was paying attention.I signed up for the negative before Andrew got there. I knew he would want the affirmative. Andrew believed in rules and systems and structures and proper frameworks the way some people believed in their favourite football team, passionately and with a lot of data to back it up. He was going to argue for the affirmative very well and I was going to have to be better than very well.I was going to be excellent.I found him later and we established the rules of engagement, which were that we would not share our preparation with each other until the debate itself. This was my idea. I did not want Andrew knowing my arguments in advance b
ANDREW'S POV:"Good," she said. "I was hoping for that answer."We agreed to not discuss our arguments with each other until the debate itself, which was in two weeks. This was Amelia's suggestion and it was a good one. If we compared notes we would spend the whole time arguing at home instead of building our real cases, and our parents would have to live through both the preparation and the competition, which was already going to be a lot for them.* * * * * * *I approached the preparation the way I approached everything.First I read everything I could find about the debate between rule-based ethics and emotion-based ethics, which led me into a body of philosophy I had not properly encountered before and which was significantly more interesting than I had expected. There was a philosopher named Kant who argued that rules were the only reliable basis for moral action because they could be applied universally without depending on individual circumstance. There was another philosophe
ANDREW'S POV:I thought about this for a moment. Amelia and I argued about things regularly. We argued about butter quantities in baking, we argued about the correct way to load the dishwasher and a lot more which were all arguments in which both of us believed we were correct.A formal debate was different. In a formal debate you were assigned your position by the draw of a lot and not by what you actually believed. Which meant one of us was going to have to argue for something we did not believe.I made notes. I organized the notes. I told Dad I wanted to practice the structure with him and he said yes and we did it at the kitchen table on a Tuesday evening and he asked the questions that were slightly to the side of what I expected, which forced me to think rather than recite.The part about protecting the minority was something I arrived at in that session. Dad had asked, "What happens when the majority of people feel that something is right but it is not?" and I had said that was
HANNAH'S POV: "My project is about sleep and bacteria," Andrew said. "Which is not about her directly. But she is the reason our family has been through everything it has been through, which is the reason I was in this competition." He said this with the careful logical sequence of someone who had worked out the chain. "So indirectly she is connected to everything I do." A pause. "Yes," Amelia said. "Of course you can put yours there too." I got up and went to look at the mantelpiece properly. The photograph had been there since Adele had sent us a print, a few months ago now, and it had become part of the room. She slid off her stool and went to the mantelpiece where the framed photograph of Mirada lived, the one from Adele's album that we had printed and framed, the one where she was smiling in the full warm way of someone in the middle of being happy. Amelia set her trophy beside it. Came back for Andrew's certificate. "Andrew should put his," I said. He got down from his st
HANNAH'S POV:We were home by six fifteen.The four of us in the kitchen, the twins were still in their competition clothes because neither of them had changed yet and I had not pushed it because there was something I wanted to preserve about the day for a little longer.Jacob called first.He called before we even had our coats off and the conversation was Jacob's way of conversation where he kept saying wait wait wait and making us repeat things he had already heard because he wanted the full version. Cherry was beside him, we could hear her, and she kept asking questions in the background which Jacob relayed with his own commentary attached."She is asking if Amelia cried," he said."I am asking if Amelia performed or if she ascended," Cherry's voice said, clearly having decided to stop letting Jacob relay things."She ascended," I said. "She wrote a monologue and she performed it and the adjudicator said she had rarely seen that level of original writing at this age."Cherry made
ELIJAH'S POV:The panel chair went through the placings from third upward. Third place was the water filtration project. I watched Andrew register this without any expression on his face. Second place was the light spectrum project. I watched him register this too, still without expression.The results took time. The panel chair went through the categories methodically and there were several before Life Sciences and Andrew waited through all of them without fidgeting.I watched him while he waited. He was watching the panel and reading their faces, not anxiously but with the data-gathering attention he brought to everything. At one point he leaned slightly toward me and said, very quietly, "The grey-haired judge spoke more extensively about the projects she responded to. I counted the questions." I looked at him. "She asked me three questions," he said. "She asked the other projects one or two." He said this without triumph. Just as information."How many questions did the other judge
HANNAH’S POV:My throat tightened painfully with emotion. I had to blink back tears.A waiter appeared then, perfectly timed, and began serving us. The food was incredible, course after course of beautifully plated dishes that tasted even better than they looked. But honestly, I barely tasted any o
HANNAH’S POV:"Hannah," he began, his voice low and slightly unsteady with emotion. "You have given me a second chance at life. At love. At being the father I should have always been from the start. You've forgiven things I never thought anyone could forgive, things I'm not sure I would have forgiv
HANNAH'S POV: TWENTY HOURS LATER:"Wake up, you stupid bitch!"Those were the first words I heard, and before I could process them, ice-cold water slammed into my face. The shock of it stole the air from my lungs completely. I gasped violently, choking as my body jerked forward on pure instinct. M
ELIJAH'S POV: THAT SAME DAY:"Covering the 444 district, ground floor underground parking lot at Martinez's company..."I heard the police officer's voice through my phone speaker, but my head was spinning too fast to process the words properly. My heart was pounding so loud and so fast I could ac







