Maya stood near the sofa holding Liam.
Even through the small screen, I could see how carefully she moved.
My mother said something. The camera had audio, but the television was on, and the words were difficult to hear.
I increased the volume.
“You have food in the pantry,” Eleanor said.
“There are two packets of noodles,” Maya replied. “And crackers.”
“You said you didn’t have an appetite.”
“I said I felt nauseated.”
“Then noodles are perfect.”
Chloe walked through the room holding a white garment bag.
“Mom, we’re going to miss the car.”
Maya shifted Liam to her other arm.
“At least leave the formula Dr. Stein prescribed.”
Mark stopped beside the open suitcase.
“That stuff cost almost eighty dollars a tin.”
“It’s what his doctor recommended.”
My mother took the baby bag from the sofa, opened it, and removed two sealed tins of formula.
