Harry was the man Maya left with.
"Maya, slow down," I had begged. "We can talk after the girls are asleep."
"That's all we ever do, Robert," she snapped. "Talk. Count bills. Stretch groceries. And pretend this is enough."
I shifted Shannon higher against my chest. "They are enough."
Maya looked at our baby, then at me.
"For you, maybe."
"You can't just walk out on six children."
"They are enough."
Her eyes flashed. "You can't give me the life I want. But Harry can. He bought me a brand-new car and even took me to the Maldives, Robert. Do you understand the kind of life he gives me? The kind of life I deserve?"
"Maya," I whispered. "Our daughter can hear you."
She glanced at Adele. "Then maybe she'll learn not to settle."
Then she slammed the door: no kiss for Shannon, no promise to call, just the door closing and six girls becoming my whole world at once.
