Chapter 37
Quinn had been in the tub for almost an hour—she did seem extremely fond of Maya’s bathroom. Maya suspected she was scrolling through i********: again. Whatever she was doing was distracting enough for her not to notice that the water was getting cold. Maya decided to go and have a look. Upbeat pop music blasted from Quinn’s phone and she was humming along as her thumb scrolled and scrolled. She hadn’t heard Maya walk up to the open door.
Before Maya could make her presence known, the doorbell rang. It was the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday. Maya wasn’t expecting anyone. She hurried to the intercom.
“Mrs. Mercer,” the doorman said, “your daughter-in-law is on her way up with your grandson.” He sounded very jolly. Usually, an announcement like that would make his jolli
