“They look scared,” I said.
He squeezed my hand. “Maybe we could be enough for them.”
“I want to try.”
He emailed the agency that night.
“They look scared.”
Meeting them for the first time, I kept glancing at my husband. He crouched to Matthew’s level, offering a dinosaur sticker.
“Is this your favorite?” he asked, and Matthew barely nodded, eyes fixed on William.
William whispered, “He talks for the both of us.”
Then he looked at me, like he was sizing up if I was safe. I knelt, too, and said, “That’s okay. I talk a lot for Joshua.”
My husband laughed, a real, happy sound. “She’s not kidding, bud.”
Matthew cracked a small smile. William pressed closer to his brother.
“He talks for the both of us.”
