GABRIEL'S POVThe room was yellow. Gabriel liked this room better than the white ones, better than the gray ones, better than the dark ones with symbols that made his head ache.Dr. Mendoza sat across from him at the small table. She had kind eyes, the kind that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. She smiled a lot, but not the fake smiles the Church people used. Real ones."Good morning, Gabriel," she said.He nodded. He could do that much. Nods were safe. Nods didn't require his mouth to work.His mouth was broken. Not physically—the doctors had checked. But somewhere between his brain and his tongue, the words got stuck. They piled up inside him like rocks in a river, damming everything until nothing could flow.He could hear the words in his head. He could think them clearly. He could form whole sentences that made sense. But when he tried to push them out, his throat closed and his tongue went heavy and nothing came."I brought something new today," Dr. Mendoza said. She pull
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