A cold weight dropped through the center of me.

“For Maya?”

Before he could answer, his partner called him toward the ambulance.

But the question hung there, unanswered, and it changed the shape of the whole night.

As I hurried to my car to follow them to the hospital, Richard caught up with me.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, low and fast, “try to use this to mess with the custody arrangement, Sarah.”