“It doesn’t.”
“It should.”
“It doesn’t.”
The firmness in his tone made her look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion, but steady. There was no pity in them. That, more than anything, undid her.
She said softly, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to watch your face change. I know that face. The one people make when they realize a woman like me is not just inconvenient socially but medically. Suddenly everybody becomes kind. Kindness can feel more humiliating than cruelty when it comes too late.”
Taylor leaned forward, forearms on his knees. For a moment he spoke to the floor, not to her. “Maya, I am trying to understand how I let you live ten feet away from me and still had no idea how alone you felt.”
She almost answered, because it was the right question, but the door opened.
