Henry did not ask the question dramatically.That was what made everyone pause.They were seated in the public atrium of the education center, a space designed to feel open rather than impressive. Natural light. Low tables. Chairs that could be moved without permission. The youth program had launched quietly months ago, and now it functioned with the confidence of something no longer waiting to be approved.Henry sat cross legged on the floor, a tablet balanced on his knee, brow furrowed in concentration. He was older than most of the other children there, old enough to notice patterns, young enough to ask about them without agenda.Nathaniel had been invited not as speaker, but as observer. Lillian stood near the back with Elena and Catherine, content to watch rather than guide.
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