Taylor asked, “What does that look like, specifically?”
The doctor turned to him, perhaps assessing whether he was one more wealthy husband shopping for solutions. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her. “It looks like structure. It looks like support. It looks like someone not leaving her to carry this alone when the motivation drops and the fear gets loud.”
Taylor glanced at Maya, then back at Dr. Lee. “Then that’s what it’ll be.”
Maya almost interrupted. He heard her inhale and said, without looking away from the doctor, “Don’t.”
Dr. Lee gave the faintest smile. “She’ll be here for observation. We’ll run a fuller cardiac workup in the morning. If the numbers stabilize, she can go home in a day or two.” She set the chart down. “And if either of you treats this as a wake-up call that only matters emotionally for the next forty-eight hours, I’ll be annoyed to see you back.”
