Silence.
Leah shifted her strategy. She turned slightly toward the dog. “Atlas, can you help Norah feel safe?”
A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered across Norah’s face. She bent down and whispered again into Atlas’s ear. This time, she didn’t hide her mouth from the room.
“He knows,” she said quietly.
The words were barely audible, but the microphone caught them. A ripple moved through the gallery.