In the corner near the terrace doors, a treadmill had appeared.
Maya turned slowly. “What did you do?”
Taylor took the hospital bag from her hand. “I made room.”
“This is… ridiculous.”
“It’s a start.”
“You bought a treadmill.”
“Yes.”
“For your penthouse.”
“Yes.”
She stared at him. “You don’t even use your own gym.”
“That seemed less relevant today than it did last week.”
She almost laughed despite herself, then stopped because the sound threatened tears. “Taylor, this is too much.”
He set the bag down on the counter. “No, it’s not enough. Enough would be going back eight months and making sure you never had to handle this alone.”
The words were so direct they left her defenseless for a moment.
He continued, quieter now. “I also called a nutritionist and a cardiology-oriented trainer Dr. Lee recommended. They’re not starting until you approve them, and if you hate either of them, they’re gone. I cleared my morning schedule for the next month. I can shift more if I need to.”
Maya blinked. “You cleared a month.”
“I own the company.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It is when people are afraid of disappointing me.”
She shook her head. “This is temporary. You’re reacting.”
“Probably.” He held her gaze. “I’m still doing it.”
The first week home was humiliating.
Not because Taylor was cruel. He wasn’t. That would have been easier to resist. The humiliation came from slowness. From needing help in ways she hated. From walking ten minutes and feeling winded. From sitting at the kitchen island while a nutritionist named Elena, warm-eyed and unsentimental, asked careful questions about food, routine, fatigue, emotional triggers, sleep. From seeing her own habits mapped without judgment and therefore without an easy enemy.
Taylor sat through the sessions only when Maya allowed it. He spoke less than she expected. When he did, it was to ask practical questions: grocery structure, sodium thresholds, realistic exercise progression, medication timing. Elena answered him the way one speaks to intelligent people who are in danger of trying to optimize a human being into disaster.
