12
Spence
I find Cyra in the small bedroom. She’s apparently claimed this place as the place she hides away from the world, even away from us. When I think of it that way, that she’s hiding from us, a tight feeling appears in my chest, but at the same time, I understand that she needs a place to herself. She’s been on her own for years, it must be hard to suddenly be surrounded by so many people all the time.
“What are you reading?” Cyra managed to get her hands on a tablet this morning, Lowell brought it over, and she immediately disappeared with it.
“Protocols for testing kids who you suspect might have a developmental disorder.” She looks up and then moves to the side so I can sit next to her on the bed.
“That sounds like a lot of complicated words in a row.” I smile slightly and s
