For the first time that night, there was no fear in Maya’s expression. Only exhaustion, hurt, and something cautious but still alive between them.
Trust had not returned.
But perhaps it had not completely left.
A knock sounded at the door.
Daniel stepped inside carrying a laptop bag, a paper cup of coffee, and an expression that told David he had not slept.
“You look terrible,” David said.
“So do you.”
Daniel pulled the visitor chair closer.
“I spoke to a private investigator I’ve worked with before,” he said. “I also contacted the insurance company again. They won’t release everything without formal authorization, but I learned a few things.”
Maya adjusted her pillow.
“About Marisol?”
“About Marisol, Samuel Reeves, and David’s father.”
Daniel opened his laptop.
“Hudson Family Consulting was registered by Samuel Reeves, but the company hasn’t reported any normal business activity. It appears to exist mainly to receive money.”
