Dylan held both beside each other until the missing corners made comparison impossible.

“They have the same number,” I said.

Caleb considered that and took another bite.

A trusted relative took them to the adjoining activity room once the adult conversation began.

There were coloring pages and enough company that they would not feel sent away.

I told them where I would be and that we would all go home together.

They did not need to hear adults negotiate whether they should have another home.

Elliott sat opposite me.