Her tone was controlled, but I could hear strain beneath it.
“David, I don’t know what game Maya is playing, but you have created a serious situation. The hotel is demanding payment, Ethan is frightened, and Chloe is in tears. Call me before this becomes something you cannot undo.”
I played it twice.
Then I handed the phone to Maya.
She listened without expression.
“What do you think I should do?” I asked.
Maya returned the phone.
“I think you should stop asking me to decide what kind of son you are.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
“It is, a little.”
She looked toward Liam.
“You want me to tell you it’s all right to confront her. Or that it’s all right to forgive her. Either answer would make me responsible for what happens next.”
I absorbed that.
“You’re right.”
“I don’t want revenge, David. I don’t want them humiliated. I don’t want Ethan dragged into this.”
