Maya is replaying a conversation from last Tuesday.
She was finally telling someone what happened in her last relationship. Halfway through the story, she heard herself say "I think I'm overreacting," and then she went quiet.
She does this. Edits herself in real time. Reads the room before she enters it. Apologizes for things that aren't hers to carry.
Years after walking away, the voice that lived in that house still speaks first.