By the following week, Lia was fully herself again fever gone, ear infection cleared, back to narrating elaborate pigeon-based mythology on their walks through the park like the whole ordeal had never happened. But something about the illness seemed to have lingered in her in a different way, a quieter clinginess in the evenings that Serena recognized from the early months of the job, when Lia had still needed convincing that people who left the house always came back.It showed up most at bedtime, where Lia had started asking, without fail, for Serena to stay a little longer than the story required."Just five more minutes," she said this particular Tuesday, patting the space beside her on the bed with the seriousness of someone negotiating a contract. "Please.""Five minutes," Serena agreed, settling onto the edge of the mattress, "and then it's really lights out."Lia nodded, satisfied, tucking herself more securely under her blanket, the stuffed rabbit worn soft from years of use
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