(Connie's POV)
I catch him looking away.
Not directly — I don't turn my head, don't break my own attention off the calf still ambling a few careful feet from the jeep, its mother now closing the distance with the unhurried authority of a parent who knows exactly how much rope to give a curious kid before reeling them back in.
But I catch it in the periphery, the specific quality of motion that happens when someone's been looking at you and then very deliberately stops.
I don't say anything.
There's nothing useful to say right now, not with Jack still half-whispering his running commentary beside me, not with a baby elephant doing something genuinely worth my full attention three feet from the window.
I go back to watching the elephants properly, letting the moment settle without comm
