Later that evening, Maya stepped into the nursery and found Lily standing in her crib, barefoot, cheeks flushed, babbling toward the door as if she’d known Maya was coming. The moment Maya walked in, the little girl reached out both arms.
«Hi there,» Maya whispered, scooping her up. «Did you miss me, troublemaker?»
Lily buried her face in Maya’s neck with a tiny sigh. Maya settled with her into the rocking chair by the window. Snow had returned, blanketing the pine trees outside. She rocked slowly, humming the same tune from that first night. Lily was heavier now, sleepier, more at peace.
Mrs. Delaney appeared in the doorway minutes later, a steaming mug in hand. «You looked like you needed this,» she said, offering the tea.
Maya smiled. «You read minds now?»
«No, just faces. Yours is easier than you think.»
They sat in silence while Lily dozed off again.
«You’re different,» Mrs. Delaney said finally, «since you started helping with the app.»
«I’m not just folding laundry anymore,» Maya said.
«And that’s something many of us wait our whole lives for,» Mrs. Delaney replied.
Maya nodded slowly. «I’m still getting used to it.»
«You’ll never get used to it,» Mrs. Delaney said, «but you’ll start believing it.»
That night, as Maya returned to her room, she found something unexpected on her bed—a small, cloth-bound book. No note, no tag, just a single blue ribbon tied around it. She opened it. Inside, a handwritten inscription read, You deserve to be more than someone who survives.
Her fingers paused on the words. It wasn’t Rosa’s handwriting, and it sure as hell wasn’t Mrs. Delaney’s. She closed the book and sat on the edge of the bed, her heart loud in her chest.
Over the next week, things shifted in small, nearly invisible ways. Nathaniel started eating breakfast in the dining room again—not every day, but more than before. When he passed Maya in the hallway, he didn’t look through her. He looked at her.
Lily grew more attached, reaching for Maya before anyone else, laughing when she entered the room, refusing food unless Maya sat beside her. Maya tried not to read too far into it.
Until one night, while going over the app features in the study, Nathaniel asked, «What did you want to be when you were younger?»
Maya blinked. «You mean before my life started breaking things?»
He didn’t smile. «I mean it,» he said.
She looked at her hands. «A nurse. Then maybe a teacher. Then… neither. I realized early that the world doesn’t hand out jobs to people like me, so I learned to mop floors and stitch buttons.»
«You do more than stitch buttons,» he said.
Maya raised an eyebrow. «That’s supposed to be a compliment?»
«Yes.»
She gave him a small, reluctant smile. «And you?» she asked. «What did you want to be?»
Nathaniel hesitated. «A husband,» he said finally. «A good one. And a father that didn’t feel like a stranger in his own home.»
Silence filled the room. Maya’s voice softened. «You’re not a stranger to her. Not anymore.»
He looked down at the table. «She laughs when you walk in, Nathaniel. That’s not nothing.»
He exhaled. «You call me Nathaniel now.»
«You said we were starting over,» she replied.
He looked up at her. And for the first time since she met him, Maya saw something exposed, unarmored, raw.
«I’m trying,» he said quietly.
She nodded. «So am I.»
A few nights later, the generator cut out for two hours during a snowstorm. Most of the staff had gone home early due to the weather. It was just Maya, Nathaniel, and Lily in the house. Maya found him in the kitchen, barefoot, shirtsleeves rolled, trying to boil water with a camping stove.
«You look ridiculous,» she said.
«I’m aware,» he replied.
She moved beside him and grabbed the second pot. «Let me.»
He stepped back. «You always know what to do,» he said.
«No,» she replied. «But I always do something. That’s the difference.»
A pause.
«She cried less this week,» he said.
«Because you stopped looking at her like a responsibility,» Maya said. «You started holding her like she mattered.»
Nathaniel nodded slowly. «Thank you, Maya.»
«For what?»
«For not leaving.»
She looked at him, long and level. «I almost did,» she said. «Twice.»
«What stopped you?»
She smiled faintly. «She held on to me. Even when I couldn’t hold myself.»
The wind howled outside, the stove hissed, and in the dim light, something between them steadied—not fragile, not forced, just there, quiet, growing.
The snowstorm lasted through the weekend. By Monday morning, the world outside the Blake estate was buried under two feet of silence. Even the pine trees looked bent, their shoulders sagging beneath the weight of winter. Inside, the house was unusually warm—fireplaces lit, soft jazz echoing faintly through the hallways.
Maya stood in the nursery, swaddling Lily after her morning bath, the baby’s cheeks rosy from steam and giggles.
«You’re getting so big,» Maya murmured, tucking the blanket beneath Lily’s chin. «Soon you’ll be bossing all of us around.»
Lily cooed in reply, her fingers finding Maya’s braid and tugging gently. Downstairs, Nathaniel sat at the breakfast table, stirring his coffee but not drinking it. He glanced up every few seconds toward the staircase, as if waiting for something—or someone.
«Expecting a call?» Mrs. Delaney asked, setting down a plate of toast.
«Just thinking,» he said.
She didn’t press. Years working for the Blake family had taught her which silences were meant to be left alone.
A few minutes later, Maya entered the room with Lily on her hip. Nathaniel stood up too quickly.
«You’re here,» he said.
Maya raised an eyebrow. «You invited me for breakfast. Thought it’d be rude to ignore.»
He gestured to the seat beside him. «Please.»