Later that night, she reread the message about Claire, tracing the name with her thumb. She wondered what kind of woman could bear losing both her son and the dog who loved him. She felt a tug of sympathy and something else. It was a need to know more.
But she told herself that as a professional, there were some lines she should not cross. Patient confidentiality was in place for a reason. “Boundaries, Maya,” she muttered, half to herself. But as she walked past Lily’s room and saw Milo asleep beside her, the temptation to understand the story deepened.