Maya's POV
I stood in the kitchen window after he left and watched the car pull away.
Then I poured a second cup of coffee and sat down and waited for Aria.
Sofia took her at eight on the dot. Aria came in carrying Gerald, who had apparently graduated from the carrier to be carried directly, which said something about the negotiation that had occurred overnight.
"He's very good at sleeping," Aria reported.
"He is," Sofia confirmed from the doorway. She looked at me with both eyebrows raised. A question without words.
"He went in at seven thirty," I said.
"David's with him?"
"David's with him."
Sofia nodded. She came in and sat down while Aria installed Gerald on the couch with a specific arrangement of blankets.
"How are you," Sofia said.
"Functional." I wrapped my hands around
