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But Mae didn't want to cry. She blinked hard to keep the threat of tears away, searching for something else to focus on. W-what about milk? She asked after a moment.

She needs a - a mom, Mom. Such a foreign word to her. She knew it only in passing, the vaguest sense of loss. Like being incomplete somehow, but not quite knowing how. Mae wished fiercely that she did have a mom just then. She would have shared her gladly with the bleeding child. But she had nothing to give.