The next morning brought no change. Shira stayed in the same spot, ignoring food and noise alike. The meat had gone dry, untouched for two days.
Ethan joined Caleb and Lily by the railing, his brow furrowed. “Two days,” he said softly. “That’s not like her.” “Could it be age?” Caleb asked, but Lily spoke first. “She’s not old. She’s strong.”
Ethan gave a small, knowing smile. “You might be right, kiddo. Sometimes the smallest eyes see the biggest things.” He leaned closer to the glass. “If she doesn’t eat by tonight, we’ll have to intervene.”
Lily’s chest tightened. “Can I help?” Ethan met her gaze. “You already did—you noticed first.”
