Alex slowly put his hand out and landed it gently on her crown. He looked so happy, as if someone had finally arrived whom he could say stuff to that he’d never tell his big brother. “Can I kiss her?” he asked. Mom nodded and held Dominique up to him, and when he kissed her, she opened her eyes and smiled as if waking from a wonderful dream. In that moment a connection between them was born and, in me, a worry that I might never be included. “You can give her a kiss, too, Griffin,” Mom suggested. I did, but Dominique’s gaze never left my brother.
