Whatever had captured Lila’s attention… it had started tonight. And it wasn’t letting go. When Maria arrived the next morning, the first thing she did, before clocking in, before grabbing the daily charts, was check on Lila.
The rest of the herd greeted her the way they usually did: curious trunks reaching toward her pockets, a few playful rumbles, one juvenile nudging her elbow for attention. But Lila wasn’t with them. She was back in the same corner as the night before.