Oliver had been the frighteningly quiet baby at the hospital.

That did not mean he would always be the fragile one.

Lucas had made himself heard.

That did not make him responsible for alerting anyone to trouble.

They were infants learning the world.

Chloe gave them elaborate descriptions of things she had done at school.

They looked at her mouth or the movement of her hand, which she sometimes interpreted as full agreement.

“Oliver likes my picture,” she announced.