Daniel stepped forward instinctively.
“Wait,” Maria whispered.
Lily concentrated, her small brow furrowed. Her fingers gripped Maria’s sleeves. Slowly, carefully, she shifted her weight.
One foot moved.
Then the other.
Daniel felt the room tilt.
Lily stood.
Not long. Not perfectly. Two seconds. Then three.
Then she wobbled and fell back into Maria’s arms, laughing in surprise.
