The door opened.

She kept her breathing slow.

She felt her mother-in-law come to the side of the bed and stand there, and then a hand came down and lifted the cup off the saucer, and she heard the small sound of it being checked.

The hand touched her forehead.

It was almost tender.

Then Evelyn went out into the hall, and Maya heard her phone number being dialed — seven tones, a local number, a number she had memorized — and she heard the following:

“It’s me.