Chapter 1: The Morning Tracks My morning is a train track. If the train stays on the rails, I can talk, I can eat, and I can breathe. The track has exact stops. At 7:00 AM, my alarm buzzes once. At 7:10 AM, I am in the bathroom brushing my teeth for exactly two minutes. At 7:20 AM, I sit at the kitchen table. My breakfast must be two scrambled eggs on the blue plate, sitting exactly centered on the placemat. My sister, Bella, knows the train schedule. She sits across from me, keeping her hands on her own side of the table. "Morning, Eddie," Mom says, handing me my school binder. Inside is my visual schedule—a laminated sheet with velcro icons. 7:45 AM: Get on Bus 14. 8:15 AM: Homeroom (Desk 4). 9:00 AM: Math. I run my finger over the smooth plastic squares. The grid keeps the chaos away. Outside our house, the world is loud, fast, and messy. But as long as the icons don't move, my brain stays quiet. Ver más