Mark laughed whenever Maya requested a ride to a follow-up appointment.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Maya stiffened.

“I tried.

Remember when I said I wasn’t feeling right?

You told me your inspection was at a critical stage.

Your mother stood right beside me and said she’d call you if something was really wrong.”
I remembered.

I’d said, “Listen to Mom.