Finally, warmth began to seep into the cabin, not just from the fire, but from the life slowly returning to the little girl. She blinked at Eli, her eyes clearer now, filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude.

“Who are you, honey?” Eli asked softly, brushing the hair from her forehead. “What’s your name?”

“Lila,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and fragile. “I was… I was hiding.”

“Hiding? From what?” Eli pressed, concern creasing his brow.

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over silently as she shook her head, the memories too fresh and painful to articulate. Max nosed her hand gently, offering comfort in the way only he could.