“Thank you,” Maya said, writing it down. She underlined the name twice, more out of habit than intention. Two months ago. That would’ve been close to Lily’s surgery, she thought vaguely, but she brushed the idea aside. Coincidences happen every day in hospitals. What did this prove anyway?
When she hung up, she sat quietly for a moment, running her hand through her hair. There was no clear reason to think the stories were connected. And yet, she couldn’t stop thinking of the way Milo looked at Lily—not like a stranger, but like someone remembering.