"That's it," Eliza whispered, exhausted tears falling faster now. "That's my girl. Come back to us. Come on back. " As the sun rose over the New Mexico desert, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, Mera's eyes fluttered open. They were glassy and unfocused, but they were open.
Her cracked lips moved, forming words that came out as barely audible whispers. Thirsty. It was the most beautiful word Eliza had ever heard. Yes, sweetheart. Yes, I'll get you water.
Eliza's hands shook as she poured fresh water, adding a drop of honey for sweetness. She supported Meera's head with infinite gentleness and helped her drink. The little girl managed three sips before turning her head away with a soft whimper. But it was enough. It was progress.
It was life choosing to stay instead of slip away. More later, Eliza promised, setting the cup aside. Rest now. You're going to be all right. Mama.
Meera's voice was confused, her eyes struggling to focus. Eliza's heart clenched. No, sweetheart. It's Miss Eliza. Your mama is still with God, remember?
But I'm here. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. Mera's face crumpled, fresh tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Want mama? I know.
I know you do. Eliza smoothed the damp hair back from Meera's forehead. Her own tears falling freely now. But your mama can't come back, baby. So you've got me instead.
I know I'm not her. I know I'm not what you want, but I'm here and I love you and I'm so very glad you decided to stay with us. She hadn't meant to say it that she loved this child. It had slipped out in her exhaustion, a truth she hadn't even acknowledged to herself. But once spoken, she couldn't take it back.
Didn't want to take it back. Mirror's eyes drifted closed again, but her small hand found Eliza's and held on with surprising strength. Stay always, Eliza promised. I'll stay always. She must have dozed then, exhaustion finally claiming her, because the next thing she knew, someone was touching her shoulder gently, and she jerked awake with a gasp, her hand instinctively going to mirror to check that the child was still breathing.