(Jack's POV)
I've been watching both of them for six days now. Not the way I used to watch things, where I just look and then forget about it two minutes later. The new way. The careful way. I don't say what I see out loud. I just notice it, and I keep it somewhere in my head, and I add to the pile a little more every day.
I started doing this after the hospital. After the wall, and the fall, and the part where I thought it was my fault and Mom had to sit down in front of me and explain, really slowly, why it wasn't. Somewhere in there I got the idea that maybe if I pay closer attention to things, I won't miss the part where something's actually wrong. Or actually right. Either one. I just don't want to miss it anymore.
So I watch Connie and Dad.
Here's the first thing I noticed, back
