“The hospital fixes what’s happening inside the hospital,” Maeve said. “Then some families go right back into the same problems.”
“So this helps after discharge?”
“During treatment too. Siblings. Parents, eventually.”
For one brief second, I thought I’d finally reached the innocent explanation. Then I asked the question that changed the entire night.
Maeve had packed them a bag the first time.
It was painfully, unmistakably Maeve.
“It’s incredible,” I admitted.
Her shoulders dropped.
“Who’s helping you with all this?” I asked.
“Rachel. Theo. Priya. A few people from the hospital.”
“And who’s paying for it?”
I asked the question that changed the entire night.
Maeve hesitated.
“I signed the lease.”
Something cold moved through me.
“Maeve. With what money?”
“Our savings.”
The words were quiet. I had to sit down.
“And who’s paying for it?”
The warehouse suddenly looked different.
It wasn’t just a secret project anymore. It was a decision about our future that had already been made without me.
