“No.” “I sent money every single month, Maya.

I never once stopped.” “No,” she said, and her voice broke.

“Grandma said you never sent anything.

She said you’d forgotten about me.” And then my daughter broke down sobbing, clutching her own knees, and choked out the sentence that stopped my heart in my chest.

Chapter 8 — A Dead Number

“I wrote to you,” she sobbed.

“I texted you.

Every week.