As he grew, “overdeveloped” shifted into a softer register. The town’s astonishment waned; people had seen children who burned bright and either flamed out or settled into a steady light. Milo found friends in unlikely corners: a mechanic who loved obscure poetry, a girl who sketched recipes, and an old woman at the library who taught him to knit. He learned to translate his acuity into curiosity—into asking questions that began, not with answers, but with “I wonder.” Tara watched him become less a project and more a person, with edges that could worry her and a heart that could surprise her.