One week later.
“Gabriel, look!” Gavin shouted, trying to grab his attention even though the boy was seated right next to him at the kitchen table. Close enough for their bodies to touch. Something both brothers had made sure of, no matter how many times he tried to create breathing space.
Gabriel looked away from Liam’s drawing. A drawing that his brain was still trying to process. It was of a dog that looked more like an ant with four legs and enormous eyes than of man’s best friend. And it was also purple. Gabriel had tried to tell the boy dogs were not purple, but Liam told him matter-of-factly with a serious frown that his dog was in fact purple because purple was his favorite color.
Not willing to argue the point with a four-year-old, Gabriel had only watched with amusement as the
