I could smell the burnt milk before I even opened the door.

"""I could smell the burnt milk before I even opened the door.
When Marcus and I stepped into the foyer, the house felt heavy, suffocating. From the living room, the faint sound of a cartoon played, but there was no laughter.
""""Maya?"""" Marcus called out, dropping his garment bag.
We walked into the open-plan kitchen and stopped dead. My wife, Maya, who was six months pregnant, was standing at the counter, her face pale as a ghost. Our three-year-old daughter, Lily, was wrapped around her torso like a koala, coughing violently, her skin radiating heat. Maya was trying to chop vegetables with one hand, tears silently streaming down her face.
On the living room sofa, just ten feet away, Marcus’s mother, Brenda, and his sister, Rachel, were lounging under our cashmere throws, laughing at something on a tablet screen.
The trash can was overflowing. The counter was covered in takeout containers that clearly didn't belong to Maya.
""""Mom? Rachel?"""" Marcus’s voice was dangerously steady. """"What’s going on?""""
Brenda looked over the back of the couch, offering a tight, performative smile. """"Oh, you're back! Good. Maya’s been a bit overwhelmed. We’ve been trying to keep the vibe positive.""""
Rachel didn't even pause her video. """"Yeah, it’s been super stressful here.""""
Maya didn't say a word. She just kept her eyes on the cutting board, her shoulders shaking as she held our sick, feverish daughter.
""""Have you given her medicine? Have you helped with the kitchen?"""" Marcus asked, walking over to the couch.
""""Well, we ordered dinner last night,"""" Brenda said defensively. """"And I told Maya she should really lie down, but she’s just so stubborn about controlling everything.""""
""""She’s pregnant, Mom,"""" Marcus said. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the room instantly freezing. """"And our daughter is sick. You didn't come to help. You came for a free hotel....
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