Chapter 12 - The Girl on the Twenty-Third Floor
Maya was out of the car before Robert completely stopped.
Firefighters blocked the entrance.
“My niece is inside.”
“Ma’am, you cannot enter.”
“Where was she last seen?”
“Twenty-third floor.”
Maya called Emily.
Her sister arrived screaming Sophie’s name.
Maya caught her.
“They’re searching.”
“My baby is inside!”
“I know.”
The next eleven minutes became the longest of Maya’s life.
Then a firefighter appeared.
Beside him was Sophie.
Alive.
Crying.
Emily collapsed around her daughter.
The crowd erupted.
Maya turned away, suddenly unable to stand.
Robert caught her.
“You okay?”
She nodded, though she wasn’t.
The fire was later traced to an electrical malfunction.
No conspiracy.
No villain.
Just life.
That frightened Maya more.
Because success could prepare you for competitors.
Lawyers.
Fraud.
Markets.
It could not protect everyone you loved from ordinary accidents.
That evening Sophie sat wrapped in a blanket.
She looked at Maya.
“Aunt Maya?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry about the video.”
Maya sat beside her.
“I know.”
“I ruined everything.”
“No.”
“But it went viral.”
“The video caused problems. You made a mistake. Those are different things.”
Sophie nodded.
“Mom said you might hate me.”
Emily looked horrified.
“I did not say that.”
Sophie almost smiled.
Maya touched her hand.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Sophie looked relieved.
Then she said something Maya would remember forever.
“I want to build a company someday.”
Emily groaned.
Maya laughed.
For the first time since the family meeting, all three laughed together.
The clip of Sophie being carried safely from NorthStar spread online.
Millions who had followed the Richardson family drama watched the family reunite outside the building.
But the most shared photograph was simpler.
Robert stood behind his daughters.
Susan held Sophie.
David had one hand on Emily’s shoulder.
Maya stood in the center.
No one posed.
No one looked wealthy.
No one looked successful.
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They simply looked scared to lose one another.
And sometimes that was what family actually meant.
