With the company slowly finding its rhythm again amidst the chaos, the week marched on. Life with Madison and Chris took on a rhythm of its own, each moment a decisive beat, stronger and more resonant than the one before. We had settled into something of a routine—well, the few times I was actually home early enough to spend time with them—yet every minute was unmistakably tinged with the unspoken. It was something constantly hovering between us, something we tried our best to look past ...