Maya began noticing how Milo’s moods mirrored Lily’s condition. When Lily was calm, he slept. When she winced or flinched, he rose and stood watch. Once, when a nurse adjusted her chest bandages, Milo gave a quiet, trembling whine that made everyone in the room pause.
Later that evening, Lily whispered to Maya, “He’s not angry. He’s scared for me.” Maya blinked, taken aback. “Scared?” The girl nodded, eyes serious. “He doesn’t want anyone to hurt me.” Maya smiled faintly, but inside, her curiosity began to take root.