“We can return these on the way to the airport.”
Maya stared at her.
“You can’t return his food.”
“I bought replacement formula.”
“With David’s money,” Maya said.
My mother’s face changed.
It was not a dramatic change. She did not shout or raise a hand. She simply stepped closer until only a few inches separated them.
“Everything in this family is bought with David’s money,” she said quietly. “Including the roof over your head.”
I felt something cold move through me.
On the video, Maya tightened her hold on Liam.
“This is my home.”
My mother smiled.
“For now.”
The recording continued.
At 8:26, Chloe took several containers from the refrigerator and placed them into insulated travel bags.
At 8:31, Mark carried out the electric space heater I had ordered for the nursery.
At 8:34, my mother turned the thermostat down to fifty-eight degrees.
