Please Me, Daddy
I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was made Hannah’s lips curve upward before she returned to her drawing, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
I blinked.
My mind struggled to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. This was the same girl who barely reacted to voices, who kept to herself, who stared blankly at walls as if the world around her didn’t exist. And now she was drawing.
Inside the room, Genesis suddenly paused, as if she felt my gaze. She looked toward the door, and when her eyes met mine through the glass, her expression softened into a smile. She turned back to Hannah and said something quietly.