Her knees were drawn up tight under her chin.

“Lily,” I said.

I knelt next to her and tried to pull her hands away from her belly.

She screamed loudly and fought me off.

“I brought your favorite apple juice,” I said.

I reached for the juice box sitting on the low coffee table.

I pushed the small plastic straw toward her mouth.

Lily knocked the juice box out of my hand with a sudden swing of her arm.