The young mother’s heart raced as she awaited her eldest son’s answer. The dim morning light and the palpable silence of the household made the moment even more intense. She saw her son, standing there with his baby brother cradled in his small arms, looking both vulnerable and resolute.
Finally, her son whispered, “I have to protect him from the whispers.”
Unsure of what he meant, the mother pressed further, “Whispers? What whispers, sweetie?”
