Page 174 of Say My Name

I know her fertility schedule. We stopped following the contract’s timing restrictions, but neither of us stopped knowing when conception was possible.

The timeline fits.

“Maya, was Elena sick Thursday morning?”

“I’m not discussing her medical information.”

“This isn’t about work anymore.” It may not have been about work all morning. “I’m asking whether she’s safe.”

“She was safe when I spoke to her.”

“Did Daniel Weller contact her outside the acquisition call?”

“I don’t know.”

The answer comes immediately, her tone sharp with worry.

Elena may be pregnant.

Happiness hits first—fast, fierce, and entirely beyond my control. Fear follows. She may have learned she’s carrying our child on the same day Daniel walked back into her professional life.

I don’t know if I’m right. A late arrival and pale face confirm nothing, and Maya’s refusal confirms only that Elena’s health is hers to share.

“Where did she go?”

“Colorado.”

“Where in Colorado?”

“She needed somewhere quiet.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“It’s the answer I can give you.”

I close my eyes for a second. “Did Elena authorize you to release her address to me?”

“No.”

“Then don’t.”

Maya is silent.

“I’m going to contact her myself. If she doesn’t want me there, I won’t go.”

Her voice softens slightly. “Good.”

“Maya.”

“Yes?”

“The Weller withdrawal is already in progress. Elena will never have to work with him again.”

A pause follows. “Tell her.”

“I will.”

The line disconnects.