She carefully shaded the left wing with small, tight circles.

I picked up my cold mug of tea and stared at the empty space by the island.

An hour later I sat on the living room carpet, sorting through a pile of wooden alphabet blocks.

The television played a cartoon quietly in the background.

Lily lay on her side near the wooden television stand.

She was holding her knees tight against her chest, rocking slightly back and forth.

She let go of her legs long enough to twist a piece of blonde hair around her pinky finger.