night that their faces had been incredibly expressive when they were arguing with each other, so I tried that now. Raising my brows high on my forehead, I pointed at him. He stared back, not catching on. Pressing my hand to my chest, I said, “Kayd…” using his way of speaking, then pointed again to him. I could see the lightbulb turn on in his brain, his eyes brightening, and he eagerly leaned forward, pressing his fingers to my chest, and murmured, “Kayd…” then to himself, “Rooow.” “Rowe?” I asked, elongating the sound of the ‘O’ in his name. He nodded eagerly, that tiny smile reappearing on
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