As weeks unfurled, not everything smoothed out. April would sometimes vanish for a day into silence, and Milo—who had learned to put bandages on every imagined break—would worry. When she returned, she'd say, "I practiced being alone." Or "I practiced saying the wrong word and letting the person fix me." She learned to apologize for the confusion and to name how she felt. Milo learned to listen to sentences that trailed off and hold the space without filling it.
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