Liam would protest anyway.”
We took the elevator down together.

At the lobby door, Maya looked back once, then walked outside without pausing.

PART 22
In October, Maya attended a small gathering organized by mothers who had experienced difficult recoveries after childbirth.

She had found the group through her counselor.

I offered to drive her, but she said she wanted to take the car herself.

“Are you sure?” I asked, then immediately regretted the question.

The concern sounded too much like all the people who’d told her what she could manage.