“No,” she said. “You saw one morning.”
Something in her tone made me pause.
“What does that mean?”
“It means Maya has not told you everything.”
I looked at my wife. She was watching me from the hospital bed.
“What hasn’t she told me?”
My mother exhaled slowly.
“You should ask her why she refused to let us call the doctor three days ago.”
I turned toward Maya.
Her face had gone still.
“Why would she refuse?” I asked.
“Because she was afraid the doctor would ask questions.”
“What questions?”
My mother’s answer came carefully.
“About the money she has been sending out of the country.”
I stared at Maya.
She looked away.
My mother continued.
“She has her own secrets, David. Before you destroy this family, perhaps you should find out who your wife has been paying every month.”
Then the call ended.
For several seconds, neither Maya nor I spoke.
