I’m going to practice every single day. I won’t stop until I know every word, every phrase, every handshape in existence. In English. In ASL. In whatever other language Lucy wants to learn.” “I still don’t know why,” Madeline whispers, and she lifts her chin to meet my gaze. “You know why. Don’t you?” I love you, I think. I love you, I love you, I love you.
