Finally, Maya said, “You’re good with him.”
David gave a tired smile.
“I’ve held him for less than a day.”
“He already knows you.”
“I hope so.”
“He does.”
The certainty in her voice almost broke him.
David lowered himself into the chair beside her bed, Liam still drinking in his arms.
“I should have been here,” he said.
Maya’s gaze dropped to the blanket.
“We’ve already talked about that.”
“No. We talked about what my mother did. We haven’t talked about what I did.”
“You were working.”
“I chose to go.”
“You went because the project mattered.”
“I went because I thought providing money was the same as being present.”
Maya looked at him.
David kept his eyes on Liam.
“I told myself the trip was for us,” he continued. “For the apartment. For his future. But part of me also liked being needed by everyone. My mother. Chloe. Mark. Even people at work. It made me feel important.”
