The thought struck me out of nowhere. '"I want a child like that."'

I drove away from Liam’s parents’ place and headed back to work. On the way, I tried calling Maya. Straight to voicemail. Miles’s information had to be reliable, so if she wasn’t answering, it meant she was deliberately avoiding me. Frustrated, I shot her a text:

[Maya, if you still consider me a friend, answer my call.]

Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt. Just ...