Maya closed her fingers around the ring.

For years she had kept it because her mother asked her to.

That night, for the first time, she wondered whether keeping it and understanding it were different things.

PART 3 — Sixty-Three Dollars

The next morning, Maya wrote sixty-three dollars on a paper napkin at the diner.

It was what remained in her wallet after Lily’s medicine, which had cost $37.18.

She had counted the money twice before leaving Claire’s apartment.