Emily and her family had agreed to keep her near-superhuman intellectual capabilities and knowledge from Daniel’s universe under wraps—deciding to avoid unnecessary attention that could inadvertently lead to trouble. The entire family, including Daniel, understood that too many questions could reveal Emily’s dual consciousness, the consequences of which could be catastrophic.

  Nevertheless, some days, it was hard not to feel utterly bored in school. As Emily worked through the motions of multiplication tables and writing, she purposefully made occasional mistakes—not enough to stand out but just enough to blend in. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a tad grouchy on occasion - while she understood the need to keep a low profile, but the routine felt stifling for a ten year old.

  Typically, in moments like these, she would ‘outsource’ the more menial tasks to Daniel and either rest, passively observe, or retreat into the dreamscape to let her imagination run wild.

  Daniel rarely minded these occasions. For him, working through children’s schoolwork felt oddly entertaining—a second chance to learn things he’d struggled with in his own childhood. His schooling had been difficult, concepts often eluding him as quickly as they were taught. He had long suspected some undiagnosed learning disability but had never had the familial support to confirm it. Now, with access to both his and Emily’s combined knowledge, he saw it as a game with cheat codes. He’d move Emily’s hands to scratch down answers while letting her rest or play as she deemed fit.

  Even today, Daniel had offered to handle the tedious parts of her assignment - especially since no real interaction with the students or the teacher was required. Emily happily zoned out, her thoughts drifting to whether she should create a new fluorescent pink bunny in the dreamscape just to annoy her invisible brother.

  Today, however, was not an ordinary day.

  “Okay, let’s do this,” Daniel murmured as he focused within Emily and flexed her fingers. He rarely managed control beyond the arms and hands—it was her body, after all. He had to work in sync with her to feel like a true co-pilot. “And connected,” he muttered, half-victoriously. But as he began to answer Emily’s assignment, something changed.

  A strange humming sound, faint but steady, echoed within him like a distant machine coming to life. “Shrimp,” he said, slightly alarmed. “Something’s different.”

  “Hush, Danny. Don’t try to get out of this! Consider this rent!” Emily grumbled back through their shared link, too busy envisioning her bunny.

  “No, Shrimp,” Daniel insisted uneasily.. “Something is very different. Can’t you feel it?”

  Emily paused, annoyed but now paying attention. And then she felt it too: a faint hum, as though some dormant part of her was waking up. The edges of her perception shimmered, barely noticeable but still present on the periphery. It was as if her body was primed for something—ready to leap, or sprint, or something she couldn’t quite name.

  And then it happened.

  The shimmering grew stronger, and suddenly, Emily felt a soft nudge in her stomach. It wasn’t painful or unpleasant—more like being gently nudged backward.

  At the same moment, Daniel felt himself nudged forward, as if being pulled into a place he didn’t immediately belong. The sensation carried an unexpected wave of dissonance, sharp and unfamiliar that left him slightly disoriented.

  “What the hell was that?” Daniel murmured out loud.

  Out loud.

  Daniel froze. The pencil in his—or rather, Emily’s—hand clattered onto the desk. He looked up, his heart pounding.

  He moved the head. Not Emily—him.

  Somehow, he was in the driver’s seat, controlling her body directly.

  Again.

  —

  His breathing quickened, every muscle tense with the weight of realization. This wasn’t like before—not entirely. The control felt clearer, sharper, yet the jolt seemed to leave a hollow where Emily’s presence should have been.

  “Emily?” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

  “Emily!” he repeated urgently, glancing left and right. “Shrimp, are you there?”

  Fear gripped his chest. Had he done it again? Had he accidentally hijacked Emily’s body? Or—his heart stuttered at the thought—was this all a dream, and he was finally waking up in his own body? He didn’t want that—not now, not after finally finding something to care about.

  He closed his eyes and screamed internally, desperation bleeding through their bond, petrified that he had lost his sister. “KID, talk to me!”

  “DANNY, YOU DON’T NEED TO SCREAM!” an equally surprised, though rather irritated, Emily shot back through their link. “I’m still here although I don’t know what happened.”

  Both siblings fell silent for a moment, as though afraid that saying another word might break some delicate spell. Daniel’s chest heaved, the echo of Emily’s heartbeat matching his own, grounding him just enough to stave off panic. He stayed frozen in place, paralyzed by shock and confusion. Slowly but surely, they realized there was no immediate emergency.

  Nothing obvious, at least.

  “Okay, quick system check…” Daniel whispered, unsure if he’d said it out loud or internally.

  Everything felt more—sharp. He was acutely aware of sensations: the air blowing from the fans, the tightness of Emily’s socks around her legs, the faint pinch of shoes tied just a bit too snugly, and the pull of her scrunchies against her scalp. Textures and smells seemed amplified—the hard surface of the desk, the faint detergent scent of her clothes. Lights seemed just a hair too bright, like the amplitude on everything had been turned up.

  “It feels like someone turned the gain setting up” he murmured again, slipping into his electronics jargon without thinking.

  He looked down at Emily’s hand—or rather, his hand for now—and flexed it experimentally. He gently moved it left, then right, grabbed her pencil, and placed it back down again.

  “We still have motor control” he said, his voice more to himself than to Emily, as he slowly tapped their feet, extending and retracting her leg beneath the desk.

  “Hey, NERD!” Emily shot back, her tone sharper now. “Stop assessing my body like I’m some kind of robot.”

  Daniel ignored her and clenched their hand, then unclenched it again. “Shrimp, did you feel that?” he asked hopefully, his voice tinged with unease.

  “Yes, it felt like I was moving the hand,” Emily replied, her tone laced with confusion.

  “Okay -we’re still in sync,” Daniel thought with a wave of relief washing over him. But before he could dwell on it, Emily spoke again, her tone thoughtful.

  “But it feels different,” she murmured. “It all feels different.”

  “What do you mean?” Daniel asked, his concern spiking. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” Emily paused, as if trying to find the right words. “It’s just - stuff feels a little more muted, you know? Like someone turned the volume down on a TV.”

  “Muted?” Daniel echoed, his voice quieter now, his unease now growing.

  “Yeah” Emily hesitated before continuing. “Kind of like I’m watching a movie instead of living it.”

  Daniel froze, her words striking a chord that sent a chill through him. He whispered, almost in awe, “Instead of living it…”

  Both siblings fell silent again, their shared mindspace thick with the weight of the realization.

  “Em - I think…” Daniel began slowly, the words trembling on the edge of his thoughts. “I think we switched driver’s seats. I think I’m up front now. That we… switched places.” His tone was a mixture of awe, incredulity, and lingering fear.

  Emily took a moment to process this before responding, her tone more curious than fearful. “How? No way, you’re right!” she thought back, her words carrying understanding.

  —

  Unsure of what to do or say, Daniel decided to quietly resume answering Emily’s assignment. The mind-numbing nature of the task helped re-ground him, and through him, Emily. He cleared his mind—or his part of their mind—and got into the rhythm of solving multiplication tables. Emily, sensing his need to process everything in peace, remained unusually quiet.

  "I need to step out," Daniel finally muttered, putting the pencil down. The classroom, the noise of pencils scratching, the whispers of students around him—it felt like sensory overload. He needed quiet, somewhere he could think without risking a misstep.

  Before Emily could respond, he raised their hand, catching the teacher’s attention, and asked to be excused. Feigning a need for the lavatory, he made his way out of the classroom.

  The hallway felt eerily still as he gingerly placed one foot in front of the other, his nerves wound tight. Every step was deliberate, like walking a tightrope, petrified he might lose balance or discover he couldn’t fully control Emily’s body. He found a quiet nook, leaned against the wall, and exhaled shakily, his hand pressed firmly against the cool surface just to feel something real.

  “Danny, we’re okay,” Emily’s voice came softly through their link, her presence calm and steady. “I’m still here. We’ll figure this out.” With some excitement she gently added “This is actually pretty cool! Yeah it’s a little scary but pretty amazing too right?”

  Daniel let her words wash over him, the tension in his - or their - shoulders loosening slightly as he relaxed. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled—a small, almost dry laugh carrying both relief and disbelief.

  “I’m supposed to be the big brother, the one comforting and protecting you,” he whispered, unsure whether the words were for her or himself. “I feel I’m flunking pretty bad here..”

  “No, Danny, you do a good job, a great job,” Emily said gently. Her voice was warm, reassuring. “Remember, I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you. Let me be the caregiver sometimes, huh? We’re partners, right?”

  Daniel didn’t respond, but Emily could feel the pulse of gratitude and appreciation through their link. It was subtle, unspoken, but unmistakable.

  “Look,” Emily began lightly, her tone playful, “we’re still synced. When you move my hand—or your hand—I feel like I’m moving it too. When you walk, I feel like I’m walking. When you breathe, I feel like I’m breathing. Everything feels mostly normal.”

  She paused, letting him fully absorb her words, his tension easing some. “The only difference is—I’m a little in the backseat right now. The real question is can we switch back?”

  She added knowingly, more gently “That’s what actually freaking you out right?”

  “Right,” Daniel said curtly, his voice a little louder than intended. Emily had unsurprisingly sensed his core fear through their bond - the possibility he’d accidentally suppressed her again, like when they had first merged. But if they could switch back..?

  “Okay,” Daniel said with a deep sigh. “Let’s try this. Visualize taking over—taking the driver’s seat. I’ll focus on stepping back.”

  He hesitated briefly before hearing Emily’s confident reply: “I’m ready.”

  “Okay… one... two…” Daniel didn’t even get to three.

  There was a slight pulse, and then it happened again: the hum, the faint distortion in their shared senses. A slight ripple - faint, that nevertheless vibrated for a nillisecond through their very core.

  —

  Emily felt herself stagger forward, taking a deep breath as she regained control. The world seemed clearer, sharper—colors just a hint richer, sounds a fraction louder. She blinked rapidly, trying to recalibrate herself to the change in sensations.

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  “Well, giant sh*tburgers, I’ll be…” she muttered under her breath, as the more colorful vocabulary she had inherited from Daniel slipped out unfiltered. A small giggle escaped her as she realized what she had just said, a slight blush evident in her cheeks. She shook her head and flexed her hands as she readjusted.

  Daniel, however, was quiet—the stillness instantly catching Emily’s attention.

  “Danny?” she asked quickly, her voice tinged with concern as she scanned the shared space in their mind for her brother. “Hey—are you there?”

  Daniel’s response came momentarily, his familiar presence warm and settling once again at the edges of her thoughts. “Yeah, sorry, I’m here, back in the copilot chair,” he said, his tone carrying relief laced with awe. “I was just thinking how easy that was. Way easier than I thought it would be,” he added, curiosity bubbling to the surface. “What just happened, Em?”

  Emily was quiet for a moment as she pondered the reason for this newfound ability. She could feel Daniel quietly running permutations in his own head—the answer seemingly just out of reach, camouflaged just enough to avoid detection.

  “Madame Zara!” Emily thought internally, smacking her head with her palm as the memory burst to life like fireworks. “She said our bond would evolve. Maybe this is it! This is the next step. Remember?”

  “Evolution—you’re right. I wonder...” Daniel murmured back thoughtfully. “Madame Zara did say new abilities would unfold, right? Or something like that? I wonder. Maybe when I helped you in the hospital, I accidentally kickstarted something.”

  His words were filled with curiosity, but Emily could feel the weight of his fear beneath them. Her brother was terrified—no, petrified—of accidentally suppressing her consciousness again. He had never truly been able to let go of the guilt. She decided that humor was the best medicine here, combined with a dose of playful shock therapy—to show who was really in charge.

  “Either way, we should be—” Daniel continued, but before he could finish, the pulse hit them again, sweeping through like wind across a still pond. In a flash, Emily was pulled backward, and Daniel felt like he was shoved forward.

  He was shoved into the driver’s seat again.

  “What the hell?” Daniel gasped, close to shouting a few choice obscenities as his sensations sharpened once again. He semi-clumsily stumbled forward a step, catching himself on the wall.

  At the back of their shared mind, Emily giggled softly.

  “So, Mr. Overthinker, just to let you know—I’m still the boss. I just booted you out front,” she said, her tone tinged with mischief.

  Daniel growled in frustration as he tried to swap places again. He focused, willing himself back into the copilot seat, but this time—the shift didn’t happen. He could feel Emily blocking him in the recesses of their mind, giggling impishly.

  “What in the actual” he said louder this time, his voice a mix of shock, surprise, and frustration.

  Emily’s playful energy bubbled up to mask the tension. “Relax, Danny. It’s my body, remember? You can’t switch back unless I let you. Not that easily anyway. Now can you stop freaking out for five minutes? You’re not hijacking me, big bro. All that happened is we have new superpowers!”

  Daniel groaned, rubbing Emily’s temples as if trying to soothe his own frustration. “Shrimp, this isn’t the time to screw around! Especially not in public!” he hissed, his voice sharp and uneasy. “You didn’t want me to be anxious? Okay—now I’m just irritated! We’ve been out of class too long already. Stop playing games and take over before we get into trouble!”

  “Nope, you’ll get into trouble,” Emily teased, her tone light and sing-song. “I’m still bored, Danny. This is way more fun than math class.”

  Daniel’s growl of frustration was audible even in their shared space. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, pacing to release some of the pent-up tension. Emily, however, could feel his relief beneath the grumbling—her teasing was relaxing him, as she had predicted.

  Even if he wouldn’t admit it.

  “Oh, fine,” Emily finally sighed, her tone overly dramatic. “You’re no fun, grumpy-pants.” With a flicker of effort, she switched back, the now-familiar hum returning for just a split second.

  Emily didn’t even stumble as she regained control. Her movements were steady as she adjusted, a grin spreading across her face. “I’m getting so good at this!” she declared, hopping lightly in place as if testing her balance.

  Daniel didn’t respond immediately.

  “Danny?” Emily called softly, her grin fading. “Are you giving me the silent treatment?”

  There was a pause before his voice finally returned, much quieter than before.

  “I’m here, Em,” he said, his tone exhausted. “I’m just a little stunned. And tired. Really tired. I think I’m going to nap for a bit.”

  Emily’s teasing evaporated immediately, her concern for her brother rising.

  “Huh, you’re sleepy? What do you—” she broke off mid-sentence as a sudden yawn overtook her. “Oh, great. Now you’ve got me feeling tired too. Thanks for that.”

  “It wasn’t me, you scrunchie-obsessed gremlin. I told you not to mess around. Maybe this whole switching process takes more out of us than we realize,” Daniel muttered, his voice already fading as he drifted deeper into their shared subconscious. “We’ll need to practice a bit, figure out the limits...”

  As his words trailed off, Emily felt his presence dim and go quiet. He was fast asleep in the back of her mind.

  “Great… just great… now I’m driving alone,” she grumbled as she stumbled back to her desk, her own body now heavy with exhaustion. It didn’t matter if anyone noticed her slumping over—her assignment was done. At worst, she might get a gentle chide from her teacher.

  “I’m joining you, big bro…” she whispered, letting her head hit the desk with a soft thud. Within seconds, she was fast asleep.

  —

  Much to both Emily and Daniel’s relief, Emily did not get into any kind of trouble. She woke up shortly before class ended and hurriedly handed in her assignment, moving to the next class as she stifled a yawn. The rest of the day passed without incident, although both siblings could not stop quietly pondering this newfound ability and how it could shape their life moving forward.

  By the time they got home, they had come to a cautious agreement—no more experimenting at school or in public locations, for now. Emily, of course, had to put up a mock protest to fulfill the role of an exasperating little sister.

  For now, this was entirely their secret. They wanted to understand and probe its limits without drawing attention or concern from their parents—not until they had a good handle on their newfound ability. As such, they decided to test and fine-tune their ability to switch exclusively in their bedroom, the backyard, or wherever they could find some privacy. For now, it was just their secret, and Emily couldn’t help but grin internally whenever she crossed paths with her parents.

  At first, the switches were a little clunky—Daniel fumbling and stumbling on occasion, Emily making herself dizzy, and sometimes hijacking control or booting him into the forefront simply to annoy her brother. This often led to mutual grumbling fests.

  The process seemed to be relatively risk-free but could, on occasion, leave the siblings a little tired. “I don’t get it, Danny,” Emily once grumbled after a tiring series of switches during their practice. “It feels like there’s a slight block just out of my reach, like I’m just a little out of sync with you, and it sometimes throws me off.”

  She felt her brother go quiet as he pondered the reason for this variability. “Maybe we just need practice? I mean, our consciousnesses have to adapt near-instantly to handling a body, right? Like how water takes the shape of the vessel it’s in? The number of jumps our brain and consciousness must do to go from the backseat to driving must be pretty stellar!”

  Emily accepted this explanation, although she was surprised to feel just a hint of apprehension—and guilt—through their shared bond. At first, she was confused. Was her brother hiding something? Daniel had flat-out said on more than one occasion that he kept some memories private—those that were deeply personal or those he felt she wasn’t ready for. But she suspected he also withheld certain thoughts when he was unsure of something. For now, she dismissed her worry as yet another side effect of Daniel’s overanalytical, hypervigilant nature.

  As the days passed, however, the process grew smoother—more instinctive. Eventually, they could swap places with little effort, sometimes even near-instantly, although a slight exhaustion always followed depending on how many times they switched in a given period. There was still some interference they couldn’t quite push past, but they both decided to let it go for now.

  Nevertheless, just as they began to relax, the world around them offered a reminder: every evolution comes with its own opportunities—and its own challenges.

  —

  One lazy afternoon, Emily and Sarah were relaxing together. Sarah was reading a novel, while Emily appeared engrossed in a comic book.

  “Mom…” Emily’s voice cut suddenly through the quiet as she put her comic down. “I’ve been meaning to ask, when I was in the hospital, you visited the dreamscape, right? Somehow?”

  Sarah glanced over, momentarily stunned by the question, but then a soft smile crept onto her face. “I think I did... How did you know?”

  A slightly smug look crossed Emily’s face as she tapped her temple. “It’s my head, remember? It took me a while to make sense of those memories, especially with all the drugs. Plus, Danny kind of told me he met you.”

  She giggled playfully. “He was so happy to meet you again, you have no idea. I mean, he can always hear you, see you, and even feel you through me, but seeing you in the dreamscape was different.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before adding, “Although neither of us really knows how you got in there.”

  At the mention of Danny, Sarah’s face softened further, but there was also a glimmer of something deeper in her eyes. Something maternal.

  “He did now, did he?” she asked in a singsong voice. “And how is Mr. Daniel?”

  Emily shrugged nonchalantly. “The usual—over-analytical, hypervigilant, overprotective, and still refusing to comb his hair,” she said out loud in a teasing voice, both she and Sarah aware that Daniel was hearing every word. Then, her tone shifted slightly, more thoughtful. “But the meadow feels different now—warmer, somehow. Danny isn’t quite sure why, though he’s been mulling over a few ideas.”

  Emily paused for a moment, processing her thoughts before continuing. “Wait—you did actually meet him, right? Like, meet meet him? See him, speak with him, poke him, or whatever?”

  Sarah nodded, her gaze distant as memories of that surreal encounter returned.

  “Yes, I did. It was unexpected, but gosh, it was beautiful.” A tear glistened in her eye as she continued, her voice tinged with emotion. “You two are so much alike, Em. Kind, playful, strong, and with that same mischievous streak.” She reached over to tweak Emily’s nose—knowing that both she and Daniel could feel it. “You’re both endearing and frustrating at the same time.” Emily giggled again, playfully swatting her mother’s hand away.

  Sarah chuckled, shaking her head as she recalled the memory. “He was affectionate—nervous but happy to see me. He teased me, made me laugh, just like you do. He’s got that spark that makes me smile even when I shouldn’t.”

  Leaning back, Sarah sighed contentedly. “But beneath the jokes, there’s this fierce protectiveness about him. You can feel how deeply he cares. It’s like he’s been watching over you all along, protecting you, even if I couldn’t always see it.” She paused before adding, “Watching over us…”

  Her eyes shone as she looked at Emily. “And while we talked, I realized something important.”

  Emily perked up, curious. “What did you realize?”

  Taking Emily’s hand in her own, Sarah’s voice wavered with emotion as she spoke. “I realized that Danny, even if he’s invisible to me, is as much my child as you are. I mean—for a while, he literally WAS my child. And I think that all this time, in a way, I’ve been caring for him through you. Every time I comforted you, helped you—in some way, I was helping him too, right?”

  She sighed deeply. “And now, he’s the one helping you heal. He’s family, Emily. He’s my family, too.” With a mischievous twinkle, she added, “An adult child, but a child nevertheless.”

  Emily’s eyes sparkled with gratitude, her smile deepening. “That means so much to both of us, you have no idea. Sometimes, it feels like we’re two sides of the same coin—existing together, but separate. It’s complicated, but he’s as real as I am.”

  Sarah nodded, a look of deep understanding settling in. “Exactly. And when we met, it felt right to tell him he could call me ‘Mom.’ He’s been part of our lives, quietly supporting us in his own way. He’s a part of you, but he’s also his own person.”

  The conversation grew heavier as Sarah’s expression dimmed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I just wish I could talk to him more, see him more—rather than this long-distance game of telephone. I know he’s there, listening, but sometimes…”

  Her words trailed off as she noticed Emily bouncing slightly in her seat, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, clearly itching to share something. “What did you do, Emily?” Sarah asked, half-nervous.

  Emily grinned wider. “Well—Danny and I have been practicing something for a bit—a newfound ability. It was our little secret until we figured it out.” With a mischievous smile, she added, “Wanna see?”

  Sarah’s jaw dropped. “Newfound ability? What do you mean, Em? What…” She leaned forward. “What can you two do now?”

  Emily closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. A calm washed over her face, though the moment was quickly interrupted by a familiar, cheeky proclamation. “Hey, dummy, showtime—swap out!”

  Instantly, her posture shifted, her entire presence changing. When her eyes reopened, the gaze in them was different—just slightly, but noticeably. Her expression changed, her smile gentler, warmer yet on the verge of mischief. Instantly, her hand went to the back of her neck—a nervous tic that Sarah recognized all too well.

  “Danny?” Sarah whispered, her voice cracking slightly as her hand reached out to touch Emily’s face, but her mind screamed that it was Daniel.

  —

  Grinning, Danny replied, “Hey, Mom. So yeah—surprise! Shrimp and I have this new ability we’ve been working on…”

  Tears filled Sarah’s eyes as the surreal moment washed over her. Her instincts told her it was Emily’s body, but she knew it was Daniel speaking. “It’s really you?” she whispered. “But how?”

  Excitedly, Daniel replied, “Shrimp and I discovered we can swap places. I can come out, she can become a copilot, and then we can switch back.”

  He hurriedly added, his expression suddenly looking very much like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, “We meant to tell you about it eventually but… you know… we just figured it out.”

  Sarah, however, ignored Daniel’s rambling and immediately gave him a hug through Emily, savoring the moment as she held both her children. “Oh God, Danny, it’s so good to talk to you again. And I’m so proud of you—both of you—for everything you’ve been through.”

  She held their head in her hands and gently kissed his forehead, just like she had in the dreamscape. “I’d always dreamed of giving Emily a sibling, but I didn’t realize I already had a son. You’ve been growing alongside her this whole time.”

  Danny reached out and took Sarah’s hand. “There’s no manual for this, Mom. You figured it out when you were ready. I’m just glad I have you as my mom. Give us time—we’re figuring things out too. Maybe one day we can figure out how to pull you into the dreamscape again. But until then—I’m just a thought away, in harmony with Shrimp here, always by her side.”

  Before fading back into the background, Danny’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, and could you give Shrimp some grief for calling me a dummy? I don’t want this to escalate… I still have some colorful language in me.”

  Sarah burst out laughing, her heart lighter, as Daniel faded and Emily blinked back into control. She shook her head slightly, catching her breath. “Hmm—not bad. Still a bit tiring.”

  Sarah instinctively reached for Emily’s shoulder, filled with love for both of them. Emily giggled, leaning into her mother’s touch. Looking up earnestly, she added, “Be patient, Mom. I can feel things changing. Madame Zara said our abilities will keep evolving. I don’t know what this will look like, but it’s starting. If you ever want to talk to him directly, just let me know. We can swap.”

  Sarah smiled, gently running her fingers through Emily’s hair. “Thank you, Emily. And thank you, Danny. You two really are something special... both my kids.”

  The warmth between them filled the room, wrapping mother and daughter - mother and children in a comforting embrace. As Sarah stroked Emily's hair, a deep sense of connection settled over her. It wasn’t just Emily she was holding, she felt Danny too, like a presence woven into the moment. Her heart swelled with love, not just for the daughter she had always known, but for the son she had come to realize had been there all along, quietly supporting them both.