had the kind of calm that did not feel practiced.
She spoke to the children first.
Not to Daniels.
Not to me.
To them.
“My name is Maya,” she said, sitting on the floor across from them as if the office were a living room. “My job is to help kids when grown-ups make things confusing.”
Owen studied her. “Are you taking us away?”
“I’m going to make sure you have a safe place tonight.”
“With Claire?” Lily asked.
Maya’s expression did not change, but her eyes softened. “Not tonight.”
Both twins went silent.
I expected relief.
Instead, I saw something more complicated.
Children could fear someone and still fear losing them. Familiar pain was still familiar.
Maya seemed to understand that.
“It’s okay to have lots of feelings,” she said. “You don’t have to pick one.”
Lily looked down at her hands.
Owen whispered, “Can Captain come?”
“Captain definitely
