I made my husband disappear from my pocket with the press of a button, and the silence that followed was the first free breath I had taken in longer than I could remember.

In that hallway, for the first time in years, I was not afraid of Richard’s anger.

I had found something I was far more afraid of losing than his approval, and she was lying on a table down the hall.

Chapter 7 — The Locked Door

Nearly an hour later, the doctor came out into the hallway holding a thick medical folder against his chest, and his face was carefully composed in a way that composed faces never are over good news.

“Maya,” he said.