She thought about everything she’d witnessed: the growls, the storms, the quiet moments no one could explain. Maybe, she decided, not everything sacred needed scientific proof. Some answers arrived only when you stopped demanding them.
One evening, Maya went by invitation to Lily’s home. Lily’s laughter drifted through the open window, and Milo was prancing around her. Somewhere, far beyond that small room, a mother and her son both rested a little easier, Maya thought.