They were no bigger than my hands.
The cat lifted her head slowly, watching me without fear.
And in that moment, I understood.
This sweater hadn’t come from where I feared.
It had come from here.
I sank to my knees, my hand pressed against my chest as the truth settled over me.
This wasn’t random.
This was something Lily had started.
And Baxter had just brought me back to it.
