Too silent.
She walked toward the bedroom, and with every step, the lie she had carried with her for three days began to fall apart.
The bottle was still beside the crib.
Untouched.
The blanket had not moved.
And there was no sound coming from the crib.
Maya reached the doorway, looked down, and finally understood how much her freedom had cost her.
Her scream tore through the building so loudly that every neighbor on the floor opened their door.
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PART 2
Mrs. Linda was the first to run inside.
She followed Maya’s scream down the hallway and stopped at the bedroom door.
One look at the crib was enough for the elderly woman to cover her mouth with both hands.
“No… oh, little one, no…”
Maya was on the floor, trembling, pointing at the crib as if she still expected someone to wake him up.
“I left the bottles,” she cried. “I left the milk beside him.”
Mrs. Linda slowly turned toward her.
Her eyes were filled with tears, but her voice was cold.
“Did you think bottles could raise a newborn?”
Maya covered both of her ears with her hands.
“Don’t say it…”
