Olivia's POV
I couldn’t shake the thought of Maya. Something about her felt… fragile yet strong. After settling back in, I decided to check on her. She was in the guest room, resting, but I needed answers.
I knocked lightly before entering. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Her hands were clasped tightly together, the tension visible in her trembling fingers.
"Maya," I called softly. She glanced up, her blue eyes still holding traces of fear.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, offering a small smile.
"I'm fine," she replied, though her voice lacked conviction.
I took a seat beside her, giving her space but wanting her to know I was here to listen. "Do you have any idea why they were after you?"
Her eyes darted away as if recalling the terrifying memo
