The pediatric therapy wing of the hospital was different from the consultation room they had visited before.
Brighter. More color on the walls. A mural of a forest running the length of the corridor with animals painted between the trees like they were waiting for something good to happen.
Lily looked at it from Mara’s arms as they walked through.
Her thoughts came through quietly.
I like the rabbit in the corner.
Mara glanced at the mural and found it. A small white rabbit half hidden behind a painted oak tree.
She smiled without showing it.
They were shown into a large therapy room by a nurse named Claire who had the particular easy manner of someone who worked with children every day and had learned that the best way to make them comfortable was to treat them like people rather t
