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.
At 8:37, all three of them left.
Maya stood in the middle of the living room after the door closed.
For nearly a minute, she did not move.
Then she sat on the sofa and cried without making a sound.
I shut off the video.
My hands were shaking.
Daniel was still on the phone.
“David?”
“I saw enough.”
“Save the footage.”
“I will.”
“And listen carefully. This is no longer only a financial dispute. The hospital may be required to make a report because a recovering patient and newborn were left without proper care. Don’t interfere with that process.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Also, do not threaten anyone. Do not post anything online. Do not make decisions about housing or access to the apartment until we understand who legally resides there.”
