“I want to try.”
He emailed the agency that same night.
The first time we met the boys, I kept glancing at Joshua.
He crouched down to Matthew’s level and held out a dinosaur sticker.
“Is this your favorite?” he asked.
Matthew barely nodded, eyes fixed on his brother.
William whispered, “He talks for the both of us.”
Then he looked at me, as if measuring whether I was safe. I knelt beside them and said, “That’s okay. I talk a lot for Joshua.”
My husband laughed—real, light, happy. “She’s not kidding, bud.”
Matthew gave a small smile. William leaned closer to him.
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