Chapter 12
Three weeks had passed since the arraignment. The Miller residence no longer felt like a crime scene. Maya had helped David systematically purge the house of every trace of Clara’s existence—her designer clothes were donated, her vanity was cleared, and the smart-home cameras were recalibrated for security rather than surveillance.
Martha had returned from the transitional care facility two days prior, moving into a newly renovated ground-floor suite designed specifically for her comfort, complete with wide doorways, a private roll-in shower, and large windows overlooking the backyard garden.
David stood on the back patio, watering the newly planted hydrangeas while the afternoon sun warmed his shoulders. The black shoulder bag that had accompanied him on so many draining business trips sat unused inside the front closet. He had taken a leave of absence from his firm to reorganize his life, prioritizing his mother’s health and his own mental well-being over corporate promotions and endless travel.
Maya stepped out onto the patio holding a tray with two glasses of iced tea. She handed one to David with a warm smile.
“She’s sleeping peacefully,” Maya reported, leaning against the wooden railing. “The physical therapist came by this morning. Your mother’s range of motion in her wrists is improving much faster than expected.”
“That’s wonderful news,” David said, taking a sip of the tea. He turned to look at Maya, studying the young woman who had altered the trajectory of his family’s history. “Maya, I haven’t properly thanked you for everything you’ve done. Not just for Mother, but for having the courage to stand up when I was too blind to see the truth.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Mr. Miller,” Maya replied simply. “I just did my job. But more importantly, I did what was right.”
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“I’d like you to stay on as the head coordinator of Mother’s home care team,” David said earnestly. “On a permanent basis, with full benefits and a salary that reflects your true value.”
Maya smiled, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’d like that, David. I think this house finally feels like a home again.”
