whispered.
Maya handed Hannah the syringe. A few drops of formula slid onto Cinder’s tongue. For a moment nothing happened. Then he swallowed, so weakly Hannah almost missed it.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Take one more.”
He did.
It took forty minutes to get less than a feeding into him. Afterward, Hannah did not return him to the warming box. She crouched continue reading …
