Noah's POV
Drawing and painting. That's all Blake's done for 2... almost three weeks now. She goes to school, comes home, and immediately does homework with Tyler sitting at the dining room table. She usually finishes before Tyler but sits with him and reads her textbook or class notes. But once Tyler is done too, then she gets up and runs up to her room. It freaked us out the first time she just took off running, but when we got to her room, she was picking up a paintbrush with a smile. We both sighed in relief to see she was okay and smiling. Actually smiling. Dylan assured me that the paints he got her were nontoxic, made for children, and okay if she ate them, thinking it would kill her. That was smart of him. I wouldn't have thought of it. She still hasn't talked much, only a handful
