sandwich and took a small, cautious bite. Then another. Within ten minutes, the entire plate was empty.
“Good?” I asked softly.
The tiniest nod.
Progress.
That night, I tucked him into the bed in his new room, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He was already in his pajamas—one of the two outfits from the plastic bag—and he’d climbed into bed without continue reading …
