“And my mother’s?”
“Yes.”
“Why would my mother pay him?”
“That remains the question.”
Daniel hesitated.
“There is another possibility. Eleanor may have believed she was paying him to solve a problem.”
“What problem?”
“Marisol.”
The next morning, the snow stopped.
Sunlight filled the hospital room, making everything look newly washed.
Dr. Patel signed Maya’s discharge papers shortly after ten. A nurse reviewed medication schedules, warning signs, follow-up appointments, and newborn care.
Maya asked questions without apologizing for them.
David wrote down every answer.
When it was time to leave, he placed Liam into a new insulated car seat. Maya wore a warm coat over loose clothes, and the hospital provided a small pillow to protect her incision from the seat belt.
Lena met them near the elevator.
“You have my number,” she said.
Maya nodded.
“Thank you.”
“You did well.”
Maya gave a surprised laugh.
“I ended up in the hospital.”
“And you told the truth. Sometimes that is the first step toward doing well.”
In the elevator, David reached for Maya’s hand.
She took it.
The apartment smelled faintly of lemon cleaner when they returned.
The refrigerator was full.
The thermostat read seventy-two.
Fresh blankets waited in Liam’s bassinet. On the kitchen table sat soup, bread, fruit, and a vase of white flowers sent by Daniel.
Maya stood in the doorway.
For a moment, she could not move.
David worried the apartment itself had become too painful.
“We can stay upstairs,” he said. “The other place is ready.”
Maya looked around.
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“This is my home.”
She stepped inside.
David watched her walk slowly to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and study the shelves.
She touched a container of broth.
Then she closed the door.
“I want soup,” she said.
David smiled.
“I can manage that.”
“You burned water once.”
“That was years ago.”
“You forgot the pot was on the stove.”
“I was distracted.”
“You were watching a basketball game.”
David lifted his hands.
“I have grown.”
Maya sat at the table while he warmed the soup.
Liam slept nearby.
For twenty quiet minutes, they were simply a family returning home.
No secrets.
