Chapter 10: The Dinosaur on the Shelf
Three weeks later, Oliver was discharged from his last follow-up appointment with Dr.
Sandra Okafor.
His breathing was stable.
His oxygen levels were normal.
Dr.
Okafor adjusted his maintenance inhaler prescription slightly and told them to come back in three months.
In the car on the way home, Oliver fell asleep in his car seat with the green dinosaur — Gerald — tucked under his arm.
Ryan drove.
Maya sat in the passenger seat with her window cracked, watching the road.
"Sandra said his lungs look better than they did six months ago," Maya said.
"I know.
I was there."
"I know you were." She smiled slightly.
"I just wanted to say it out loud."
Ryan glanced at her.
"Say it again if you want."
"His lungs look better than they did six months ago."
"Good."
They drove in silence for a while.
"She called yesterday," Maya said.
Ryan didn't need to ask who.
"What did you do?"
"I let it ring.
Then I texted her Oliver's schedule for next Saturday.
The visit at the park." Maya looked out the window.
"She texted back one word.
'Thank you.'"
Ryan nodded.
"Is that enough?" he asked.
Not challenging.
Just asking.
Maya thought about it.
"I don't know yet.
Maybe it doesn't have to be enough right now." She turned to look at him.
"What I know is that Oliver gets to see his grandmother.
And she knows exactly what happens if she steps out of line." She paused.
"That's enough for today."
Ryan pulled into the driveway.
He turned off the engine and sat for a moment.
"I should have believed you sooner," he said.
Maya looked at him.
She didn't tell him it was fine.
She didn't tell him not to worry about it.
She just said, "Yes.
You should have."
"I'm sorry."
"I know." She held his gaze.
"I'm not going to pretend it didn't matter.
But I'm also not going to hold onto it forever." She reached over and put her hand on his arm.
"We have a lot of good things ahead of us, Ryan.
I'd rather look at those."
He put his hand over hers.
In the back seat, Oliver stirred.
He blinked, looked at the house, and held up the green dinosaur.
"Gerald wants to go inside," he announced.
Ryan got out of the car and opened the back door.
He unbuckled Oliver and lifted him out, dinosaur and all.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck.
They walked to the front door together — Ryan carrying Oliver, Maya beside them with her keys.
Inside, Oliver wriggled down and ran for the living room.
Maya hung up her coat.
Ryan stood in the hallway and watched his son arrange the dinosaurs on the bottom shelf of the bookcase with great seriousness — biggest to smallest, green to brown.
Gerald went on the end.
Oliver stepped back and looked at his work.
"Good," he said, to no one in particular.
Ryan looked at Maya.
She was already watching him.
Neither of them said anything.
They didn't need to.
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Some people spend years building a cage around the people they claim to love — and never understand why those people finally stop waiting for the door to open.
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