A Feeling That Would Not Go Away
Clara had raised children of her own. She knew hunger when she saw it. She knew what weakness looked like in a small body.
This was not normal.
Rowan did not simply eat less.
He barely reached for his bottle.
He slept too long.
He cried too softly.
And every instinct in Clara told her something was wrong.
But instinct was not proof.
And in a house like this, proof mattered above everything.
