“Go rest.

I’ll — I’ll make you something to eat.”

Her legs buckled.

I caught her before she hit the floor.

“Where are my mother, and Chloe, and Mark?

Where’s all the food I bought?” My voice was shaking.

“I wired them fourteen thousand dollars to take care of you.”

Maya couldn’t meet my eyes.

“They went to Miami for a few days.

I just wanted some soup, that’s all.

Please, David, don’t make a scene.

Your mother said a woman recovering from surgery should eat light, to ‘cleanse’ her system.”

“Then buy your own food,” I said.

“Buy whatever you want, I don’t care what she says—”