But with a sudden, startling force.
Amira gasped, nearly dropping the bottle. “Daniel—”
“I saw that,” he said immediately, stepping closer.
The baby latched onto the bottle, drinking—but too fast. Far too fast. His small body tensed, his fingers gripping the fabric of Amira’s sleeve with surprising strength.
“Is that… normal?” Daniel asked.
“I don’t know,” Amira admitted.
Within seconds, the bottle was empty.
Completely empty.
Amira blinked. “That was… that was full.”
Daniel stared. “It was.”
The baby pulled back, his breathing uneven. For a moment, he seemed calm again.
Then his gaze shifted.
