"Maya, you don't have to decide anything now."
She looked up at him. "They're our parents, Thomas. How can you say that so calmly?"
"I'm not calm." His voice faltered, and he glanced toward Richard before looking back at her. "I'm trying to think clearly because someone has to."
Maya shook her head and turned to Luna again.
"I don't want to think clearly. I want my mother to wake up. I want Dad to tell me everything is going to be all right." Her lips trembled.
Thomas had no answer for her. He sat beside her and rested a hand on her shoulder, letting her cry without offering promises he could not keep.
