The morning of the trip arrived cloaked in a quiet hush, the kind that came just before sunrise—when the sky was more lavender than blue, and the world hadn’t quite decided to wake.
Maya stood by the window in her new room, coffee mug in hand, staring out at the sleeping city beyond. Her suitcase was already packed by the door. Jamie had hugged her twice before going back to sleep. Ms. Janice promised to check his meds and call if anything seemed off.
Monroe, head of security at Blackwood Enterprises, was staying behind—he needed to ensure things remained in order at headquarters. But he’d promised to keep an eye on Ms. Janice and Jamie while Maya was away.
Lee, however, was coming to ensure Maya’s safety—after a lot of persuasion, she finally got Lee to agree to meet her at the port.
