Maya's POV
He came back at two in the afternoon.
I heard the knock and opened the door, and he was standing in the hallway with his jacket over one arm and an envelope in his hand and the particular expression of someone who'd received information they hadn't finished processing.
I let him in without asking.
He sat on the couch. I sat beside him. Not close enough to crowd him, close enough to be present.
"How is he," I said.
"Sleeping. They're scheduling surgery for Thursday." He set the envelope on the coffee table. "Isabella withdrew the petition. Officially, on record, this afternoon."
"David confirmed it."
He looked at me. "You already knew."
"David called at noon. I didn't want to interrupt whatever was happening at the hospital." I looked at the envelope. "What is that?"
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