Several times a day, Graidy comes and sits on my lap, and then gently presses his forehead to my forehead, with his nose to my nose. He does this with deliberate precision, until we are staring eye-to-eye. Then he closes his eyes and breathes his warm breath on my face. I feel his body relax. We stay like this, merged, for several seconds.

I wonder, is he trying to read my mind? I’ve no doubt that if he could climb into my skin, he would; he loves me that much. Maybe he just needs to feel my breath on his face. I try to read his mind. I decide that I’m his touchstone the way Kiera was mine.