The breathing leveled out again. A soft snore escaped their mother’s lips. "Go," Maya mouthed.
They slipped into the hallway, the cool linoleum of the kitchen meeting their bare feet. Maya dragged a chair to the counter with the silence of a ninja. She climbed up, reached for the jar, and pulled out two thick bars of dark chocolate.
Leo took a bite, the cocoa melting on his tongue. He looked at Maya, then at their mom. He broke off a small square and placed it gently on the nightstand, right next to her glasses.
