Zara hadn't moved in over an hour. More or less, she couldn't tell time here, and neither did she care.
She sat at the edge of the makeshift bed at the back of the truck, her body angled protectively toward the small figure nestled under the soft folds of a blanket.
Leo lay still, his tiny chest rising and falling slowly. A folded hoodie cushioned his head. The flush in his cheeks had faded to a pale, healthy pink. The fever had broken. But he hadn't woken up yet.
Her fingers hovered just above his brow before she brushed back a damp curl, almost too gently to be felt. Her hand lingered there.
Her other hand cupped his tiny one.
She should be relieved. But all she felt was guilt.
"You ever gonna blink again?"
The voice came softly from behind her, familiar in its quiet humor. She didn't turn. She didn't need to.
Winter was trying to help in his own way and she couldn't express how grateful she felt for his presence.
