Over the past three weeks, life had taken on a different color. Not everything was perfect. There were still the occasional awkward moments with Dad, the curious looks at school, and Kate’s relentless teasing. But Jacob and I had learned how to exist inside a space that felt entirely our own, something quiet and invisible to everyone else, as though we had somehow discovered a frequency that only the two of us could hear. Sometimes it was nothing more than a quick coffee after class, where he insisted on trying desserts that never seemed to fit his image of a serious, responsible adult and somehow always made me laugh. Other times, it was a walk with no destination, Jacob with his hands tucked into his pockets, while I deliberately stretched every conversation for as long as possible, even the simplest ones, just to hear his voice a little longer. There were dates at tiny museums almost nobody visited, where I ofte
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