He emailed the agency that very night.
When we met them for the first time, I couldn’t stop glancing at Joshua.
He crouched down to Matthew’s level, holding out a dinosaur sticker.
“Is this your favorite?” he asked gently.
Matthew barely nodded, his eyes fixed on William.
William spoke quietly. “He talks for the both of us.”
Then he looked at me—carefully, cautiously—like he was deciding if I was safe.
I knelt beside them. “That’s okay,” I said. “I talk a lot for Joshua.”
My husband laughed—a real, warm sound. “She’s not kidding, bud.”
Matthew smiled just a little. William edged closer to his brother.
