For several minutes, they said nothing.
The mystery remained.
But something between them settled.
Not certainty.
Commitment.
By the following afternoon, Maya’s fever had fallen.
The antibiotics were working, and Liam’s temperature remained normal. Dr. Patel said they might be able to return home the next day if Maya continued improving.
David spent the morning preparing.
He arranged for the apartment to be cleaned, the locks replaced, and groceries delivered. The building superintendent checked the heating system. The nursery heater was replaced. New formula arrived.
At Maya’s request, he also moved every gift intended for his mother, Chloe, and Mark into storage.
Not thrown away.
Not destroyed.
Simply removed.
“We don’t have to decide everything while we’re angry,” Maya said.
It was the first decision they made together after the hospital.
By evening, their phones were full of messages.
Chloe apologized, then blamed their mother, then apologized again.
