LOGIN(Maya)
My wing is quiet after Jade settles Lucy into her bed for her morning nap. Lucy went right off to sleep for her.
My body aches in so many places after Cole came to me last night, but my heart feels light for the first time in months.
Cole stayed. He made me declare my love for him. He loves me.
A knock sounds at the private entrance startles me from my thoughts. Who could that be? Tessa is the only one who comes to that entrance and I doubt it’s her after the last time.
When I open it, it’s Rhett. Tessa’s older brother. My childhood sweetheart, teenage dream, whatever you want to call it. That was a long time ago.
I blink at him, stunned to see him at my door.
He’s broader from the military, sunburnt around the edges, dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt. His ice-blue eyes are no less intense. His expression is something between anger and worry.
Here we go. Another lecture from someone who thinks they know what I need better than I do.
“What are you doing here?” My voice is sharp.
I haven’t seen Rhett since he came back and confronted me about eloping with Cole.
I told him I wasn’t leaving Cole because I was pregnant.
That no promise made by a 13-year-old girl could possibly be taken seriously.
He said he’d come back for me once I’d launched the interior design career I’d dreamed about as a kid.
I always wanted to buy my parents their own home. And do all the design myself. That somehow doing that would stop them from almost tearing each other apart all the time.
That we would finally be a peaceful, happy family.
“I called Tessa to let her know I was in town.” His tone is flat, heavy. “She’s upset and worried for you. She said you won’t listen to her. So I told her I’d try.”
“I don’t need you to try anything,” I snap as I step outside and pull the door shut behind me.
Cole cannot see Rhett in there. “Nobody needs to save me from anything. I know what I’m doing.”
“But maybe you can help save someone. I’ve been with your dad the last few weeks. He’s not good, Maya. He’s worse because you won’t see him. Using more.”
I clench my arms around myself.
Cole’s voice whispers in my head, the threat he made so clear: If you go near that addict, I’ll divorce you. You’ll never see Lucy again.
“Don’t blame me for his problems. He makes his own choices.”
Rhett steps closer. “I served under him. He was my commanding officer. A good man. He needs someone to believe in him, to give him a reason to get clean. That has to be you.”
I shake my head, looking anywhere but at him. “He’s beyond help.”
“No, he isn’t.” Rhett’s voice rises, breaking. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare write him off. He loves you. He’s drowning and you’re going to watch it happen?”
“He hates the Vances. There’s no way a relationship with him and me can ever work.”
“Do you blame him? Robert Vance took his wife and now Cole Vance has taken his daughter.”
“No one shoved drugs and alcohol into him, that was his choice. You can’t blame Mom for wanting an easier life.”
“Your father gave her everything he had. Literally.”
I shrug. “Rhett, just leave. My life is none of your business.”
“I love you, Maya. You know that. Come with me. You and Lucy. I will take a normal job, come home every night. I’ve never stopped loving you. I’m not sure I even know how.”
“You better figure it out because I don’t love you and I never have. You’re only here because you are jealous of Cole and because it bruised your ego I couldn’t wait for you any longer.”
His face hardens. “You didn’t wait at all. You married him the minute he looked at you. You never wanted marriage, never wanted kids.”
He’s right. I always said that. That’s why Rhett said he’d wait for me to be ready and he’d be back for me.
“I hadn’t heard from you for so long,” I defend.
“I was on an extended mission, you knew that. You wanted your career, your own life. Then I come back and find you married and pregnant. What about your dreams?”
“This is my dream,” I bite out. “I love Cole. He loves me. I’m fine.”
Rhett shakes his head. “No. You’re blind. And you’re a coward, Maya. Because it’s easier to cling to his money and his name than face what’s really happening.”
I can’t stand the look on his face… disappointment, grief, something too close to pity.
So I cut deep. “I never loved you, Rhett. It was just fun, having you follow me around like a puppy. That’s all it ever was. You are acting like an idiot. Just grow the fuck up.”
The words hang between us, heavy and ugly.
He stares at me for a long moment, then looks away.
His voice is quiet when he finally speaks. “You’ll regret saying that. You’ll regret all of this. But by the time you figure it out, it’ll be too late. I won’t ever be back for you again, Maya.”
I almost tell him I’m sorry I said that. But I don’t.
“You’re not the Maya I knew,” he says quietly. “And when you figure out what you’ve done, it’ll be too damn late.”
He turns and walks out without another word.
I go back inside, shaking, the lie still burning on my tongue.
I did love him. So, so much. I was going to wait. But… things just happened that night.
I was drinking alcohol. Cole was intense. Rhett hadn’t been in contact for over a year. Then I was married and pregnant.
What could I do?
But I did love Cole. I still do.
“I’m fine,” I whisper into the silence. “Cole loves me. That’s all that matters.”
I look at the time.
Damn, I’m late with that coffee in the office now.
Better late than never, right?
I quickly set up the tray. Cole is my future.
But Rhett’s words won’t stop echoing: You’ll regret all of this.
(Maya)“Mrs. Vance,” the doctor says. “We are prepared to proceed today. We need consent forms signed.”The words hit hard. Today.The clipboard stays in his hand.I don’t reach for it.“But the committee already approved Lucy as a donor,” I say. “They cleared her. Why do we need to sign?”The hematologist nods. “They cleared her medically.”Dr. Nguyen steps in, calm and precise. “The committee decides eligibility. That doesn’t replace consent.”The hematologist adds, “nothing proceeds without parental consent.”“So even with approval,” I say, “this stops with me.”“Yes,” Dr. Nguyen says. “It stops with you. Mr Vance has already signed.”“And if you don’t consent,” the hematologist continues, “it goes to court. We don’t believe Owen will survive that delay.”I look at Owen.Asleep. Pale. Failing.Lucy is in my arms. Warm. Real.Cole stands near the door. Watching me. Waiting.Jade stands at the foot of Owen’s bed, hands folded, face soft. Great acting as usual.Cole’s voice is sharp.
(Maya)Let my voice fade away and focus on everything you feel and hear in that room…The hospital room I was in snaps into place.Jade is here. I hear her say Rhett is dead.“Almost time for your meds.’ She says cheerfully. “I hope you refuse to take them again. I love watching them force them down your throat.”I stare at her. I want to say I hate her. I want to choke the life out of her. But I can’t do anything except feel a tear roll down my cheek.Jade keeps talking, taunting me. “I must make sure there’s a whole new batch ready for you. Although you won’t be here that much longer. We are almost done with Lucy.”I try to move. My body doesn’t do what I tell it to do.The door opens.A nurse comes in with a paper cup and a small plastic medicine cup. “Time for your medication,” she says.Jade keeps talking, sweet and patient, the way she performs for anyone watching. “You want to get well and come back to your family, don’t you?”I clamp my lips tight. I turn my face away.The nur
(Jade)Cole comes storming along the hallway from the elevator.“Where is she?” I demand. “The committee are waiting for us all.”“Not here. She needed some more time…”“What for? She’s such a bitch. Why should we have to wait? Surely you can see now what she is really like, Cole.”His eyes flash in warning. “Jade.”“Owen can’t wait. And yet she thinks he can,” I say.Cole drags a hand down his face. “Don’t start.”“Don’t start what?” I ask. “Telling the truth? Why does she even need to be in there? She’s given her opinion.”His mouth tightens. “She’s Lucy’s mother.”“Lucy’s mother,” I repeat. “Not Owen’s.”He doesn’t argue.“And I’m Owen’s mother,” I say. “I’m the one who’s sat with him. I’m the one who watches him fading away daily. I’m the one who watches him try to be strong when he’s exhausted.”Cole’s eyes go sharp. “Stop using him to get a win.”“I’m not. This isn’t a game to me. He’s our son. He’s dying. But sure… let’s go ahead and wait for your precious Maya to fuck you over
(Maya)Harper shifts her chair closer. Her voice stays low. “Tell me what you want.”“I want something I can use to stop Rhett being killed,” I say. “Something real.”“What are you afraid of?” she asks.“Being back in that headspace where I failed myself and Lucy and it cost our lives.”“You have to remember two things. These are memories, nothing can hurt you, and in that timeline you were not in a normal state of mind…” Harper says. “Okay?”“Okay.”“It will be confronting and it will be scary, but you need to trust me and trust yourself.”“Rhett’s her brother. Her only family. I need to get something solid. Is it really possible?”“Often the mind hears or sees things it then forgets. But it’s still in there somewhere. I’m sure there are clues, something that can help. But it may not happen this first time…”“Let’s just try.” I’m still doubtful I can even get my mind to quiet enough to do this.“Put your feet flat.” Her voice is soothing. “Feel the floor. Ground yourself there. That’
(Maya)Tessa hasn’t changed since I sat with her last.The steady rhythm of her breathing, the quiet sound of machines. But she is calm. I sense it. Calm and at peace and removed from the drama.I lift Lucy onto the bed and watch her crawl straight into the space under Tessa’s arm. She settles quickly, eyes heavy.I sit, adjusting the blanket over Lucy, trying to push down the tight feeling that’s been growing since the committee met. There’s too much to manage. Too much uncertainty.And Rhett… God, Rhett… every passing hour makes the dread sharper.He might already be dead. I have no way of knowing.I look up because I feel I’m not alone in here. I jump when I see a young woman in the corner. Calm. Silent. Watching with a steady expression.“Oh crap, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here. We can go if you need privacy.” I say awkwardly.I’ve never seen her before but there are a lot of Tessa’s friends I don’t know.She stands as soon as she sees me looking. “You must be Maya.”I s
(Maya)Owen’s room is quieter than usual.Lucy is in my lap at the little table by the window, stabbing pieces of banana with a plastic fork while I try to coax a few spoonfuls into her.She’s impatient, squirmy, but at least she’s eating. More than Owen can do right now.Owen’s color is still too pale but not terrifyingly so. Stable but still critical, the nurse said.Stable is good. Stable is our new version of hope.Stable is what Cole wants us to project to the world. But no amount of pretending and wishing might save this young boy’s life. Not even my so-called advantage of hindsight might work.It makes me angry to think I came back and I made things worse for Owen. In the last life he had gotten through the procedure. He was able to have and attend his ninth birthday out of the hospital.That’s a month away. The timeline is different. Have I changed things for the worse? I don’t know how grave his situation was back then. I was not told how ill he was. I was drugged and barely







