Two weeks passed and then another, and nothing came back from the registries, nothing that Patricia could call promising, nothing that Dr. Hana could present to me with anything resembling optimism.Jake got quieter.Not dramatically, or in a way that would alarm a stranger, but I knew him better than I knew most things in the world, and I could see it, the slight dimming, the way he napped longer in the afternoons, the way he sometimes just sat and looked out the window in a way that four year olds aren't supposed to do.Julie watched him too. She had always been the louder twin, the one who filled rooms, but lately she had taken to sitting close to him, pressing her small shoulder against his, not saying anything, just there. She was four years old and she didn't have language for what she was sensing, but she was sensing it.I watched them both from across the room one evening and felt something harden in me.Not anger, not grief, something more functional than either of those. Som
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