Maya had been pacing up and down the living room, anxiety written all over her face.
Then she heard the door open.
She turned
And froze.
Zara and Victor walked in.
Lilly was between them, soaked from head to toe, wrapped tightly in Victor’s coat. Her small body trembled.
Maya gasped and rushed forward, pulling Lilly gently from Zara’s arms.
“What happened? Why is she wet? Why?” her voice broke.
But neither Zara nor Victor answered.
They both looked pale.
Shattered.
The condition they had found Lilly in was devastating.
Zara’s eyes were red, as if she had been holding back tears for too long. Victor stood stiffly beside her, guilt written all over his face, his jaw tight, his eyes heavy with something close to self-blame.
Maya looked down at Lilly, whose lips were slightly blue
