Maya stood by the doorway, watching as Milo dozed off between them, his chest rising in rhythm with Lily’s. For the first time, she felt the ward itself grow still, as if even the building were listening.
When the meeting ended, Maya helped Claire to the elevator. “Thank you for letting me see him and her,” Claire said. “I can go home now. My son lives on in her.” Maya squeezed her hand, unable to find the words for all that she felt.