One of my twin daughters passed away three years ago, but on her first day of first grade, her teacher remarked, “Both of your daughters are excellent students.”

Jade. The small girl was resting at the desk near the glass, already busy with a task, her drawing tool shifting in the exact distracted spin through her fingers that Hope had practiced since she turned four.

Cole halted his steps.

I observed him process the sight. The wavy hair. The stance. The manner Jade squeezed her mouth shut while focusing. I observed continue reading …