The door opened slowly, and a doctor walked in with his hand inside the front pocket of his trouser. His coat was neat, his steps steady, not too fast nor slow, and when he spoke, his voice was calm. But the look in his eyes carried something more than that; it carried weight, and Maya felt her chest tighten before he even finished his first sentence.

“She’s stable,” he said, moving his gaze from Maya to Jax, who stood near the wall with his arms crossed. “But I need you to understand ...