Inside the car, wrapped in Daniel’s heavy coat, the girl thawed slowly like ice melting in spring. She couldn’t stop shivering, but she wouldn’t stop petting her dog’s head.
“What’s your name?” Daniel asked softly.
“Mia,” she whispered. “And this is Bruno.”
“How long have you been outside?”
She shrugged. “A long time. Since Mama went to the hospital.”