“He’s our early warning system,” one joked, but no one really laughed. It wasn’t funny anymore; it was uncanny. Maya began logging every incident by time, Lily’s condition, and Milo’s behavior.
Page after page filled her small notebook: 11:15 a.m. — Milo restless. 2:40 p.m. — Lily fainted. The records were neat but unsettling. The more data she collected, the less she could explain it. It was perplexing altogether. Maya hoped she would learn the connection one day.