Maya POV.
Hot water ran down my body as I placed my hands on the tiled wall.
I was taking a shower to wash away the sand and soil that was glued to my body from this night's ordeal.
We had just gotten home around 11:30 p.m. after writing a statement at the police station.
Mr. Jonah hadn't said much to me after the incident. He had hugged and comforted me, sticking close by as I answered the police questions.
From his own statements, he was the one who called the police to the warehouse.
I didn't know the full story, but I was going to ask once I was done getting the dust and grit off my body.
I was careful not to put my head under the shower spray due to the injury on my scalp.
I'd thought she'd cracked my skull, but from the look of it. It was a superficial injury, nothing major.
