“You are deeply annoying when you’re trying,” she told him one morning after he finished a set of incline intervals without complaint.
He wiped sweat from his neck. “I could say the same about you.”
“Mine is character. Yours is conditioning.”
He laughed, breathless. It was the first time she had heard him laugh without calculation in it.
There were other changes no doctor had prescribed.
Taylor started asking about her work in a way that went beyond polite interest. Not the surface version—How was your day?—but the real questions. Which families were getting funding cut. How foster placement decisions actually happened. Why women stayed in homes where the danger had become ordinary. What happened to children once the emergency part of intervention ended and paperwork replaced urgency. Maya told him. Sometimes he sat very still afterward, one hand covering his mouth, as if he had spent years believing suffering existed mostly in articles and foundation speeches.
