“Ready to begin, Jaxon?” she asked finally, soft and steady.Dr. Amanda sat across from him in her chair, her posture open, legs crossed loosely, hands resting on her knee, she tried not too eager, and not too distant either. She had learned long ago that children like Jaxon could sense pressure the way animals sensed storms. Push too hard, and they vanished inward.Jaxon did not answer.He sat on the couch with his back straight, feet dangling just above the carpet, the Rubik’s cube balanced in his hands. His fingers moved steadily, twisting, aligning, misaligning again. The clicking sounds were soft but constant, filling the room where words did not.Dr. Amanda watched him for a moment longer than most adults would have. This was not unfamiliar territory for her. The first time he had come, it had been exactly like this. The same stillness,the same silence and the same quiet absorption in the cube, as though the world outside of it barely existed.He had not cried back then, neit
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