“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.
“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.”
