Maya’s gaze dropped sharply to the hand clasped within hers.
She held perfectly still.
There.
Jaime’s fingers moved again.
It was barely more than a twitch, so faint she might have missed it if she hadn’t been holding his hand. But this time, there was no mistaking it.
“Jaime?” His name left her in a breathless whisper.
Beside her, Cecilia quickly wiped her tears and stepped closer.
“What is it?”
Maya couldn’t answer. Her entire attention was fixed on her brother’s hand, her surprise quickly giving way to concern.
Had she upset him?
A flicker of regret immediately followed. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him about their grandmother yet. Maybe she should have waited until he was stronger, until he was awake and ready to hear it.
“Jaime,” she whispered again, leaning closer. “Buddy
