It was impossible, she told herself. Lily must have overheard a conversation, maybe even seen the photo by chance. Children picked up fragments of stories all the time. Still, when she returned to Lily’s room, she found Milo sitting by the window, staring out toward the horizon.
She could almost hear the sound of waves from the memory. It wouldn’t leave her head. It was as if the dog, too, remembered that beach. Maya turned off the light and left quietly, the question following her into the dark: What do you remember, Milo?