The pen felt heavier than it should have.
I stared at my signature for a moment longer than necessary, my name sitting there in black ink like it belonged to someone else.
Maya.
Still me.
But not for much longer.
“Is that it?” I asked quietly.
Max closed the folder, his movements precise. “That’s it.”
Just like that.
No dramatic moment.
No big speech.
Just a signature… and my entire life shifting in a direction I couldn’t undo.
My chest tightened slightly.
“What happens now?” I asked.
Max glanced at his watch. “Now we move quickly.”
Of course we do.
He picked up his phone and made a short call, his tone calm, efficient.
“Yes. It’s done.”
A pause.
“Arrange everything for today.”
Another pause.
“And the hospital—prioritise it.”
My breath caught.
The hospital.
My mum.
