The hospital is like every other: clinical, white and blue, sterile halls and rooms, and the pungent odor of chemicals with a dingy taint in the air. Sophie is holding my hand as we walk, and she looks so noticeably young and afraid. My gut instinct is to haul her close to my side and place a protective arm around her shoulders, making me smile. Who knew I was maternal? I do precisely that and meet no resistance from her. Thanks to his overly familiar, hands-on way of life, Jake has turned ...