For Six Months After I Buried My Husband and Both My Children, My Family Sent Cheerful Group-Chat Messages and a Party Invitation as if Nothing Had Happened — Then My Name Hit the News Attached to $18.7 Million, and Suddenly Every One of Them Remembered My Number

I looked for the woman who had held Maya in her arms in the hospital the day she was born and wept and called her perfect.

I looked for the woman who had clapped and cried out with joy when Rowan took his first wobbling steps across her living room floor.

I looked for any of them, any trace, in the face in front of me.

And there was nothing there.

There was vanity, and there was greed, and there was an indignation that I had dared to inconvenience her — and underneath all of it, where the woman I remembered should have been, there was simply nothing at all.

Chapter 13 — Maya Will Be Seven Forever