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That night, Leo didn’t throw his backpack on the floor. He hung it on the hook. He took out the trash without being asked. His hands still moved fast—he couldn’t change that. But now, before they grabbed, snatched, or flicked, a small voice in his head asked: Is this steady, or just fast?

He led Leo to the garage, where a long plank of wood rested on two sawhorses. On it sat a row of thin white candles, a box of long wooden matches, and a stopwatch. discipline4 boys

Leo grinned. This was his kind of challenge. His fast hands struck the match, and he touched the flame to the first wick. Fssst. He moved to the second, but the match went out. He grabbed another. Struck it too hard—it snapped. Third match. Lit the second candle. Rushed to the third. The flame wobbled. He knocked over candle number four. By the time he lit the seventh, the first candle had already burned a puddle of wax onto the wood. That night, Leo didn’t throw his backpack on the floor

“Come with me,” Grandpa Joe said.

Leo looked. The flames were uneven. Some were drowning in their own melted wax. The fifth candle was barely lit at all. It was chaos—beautiful, frantic, useless chaos. His hands still moved fast—he couldn’t change that