Miko: I had given up on getting better. A version of my life where my body operated the same as my brother’s, as a normal person should, had been eviscerated for a couple of years. Hope is dangerous; even a sliver of it can destroy a person, but today,

Maleki: “Miko, wake up,” I said aloud. The words didn’t even cause him to stir. I spoke louder, with more emphasis on each word. Still, no response. “All right, you don’t leave me with any choice. I’ll have to use Father’s special move on you.” I