Maya
The neon glow of the streetlamp flickers through the thin curtains of my tiny London apartment.
I sink onto the faded velvet sofa, surrounded by towering stacks of medical journals, dog-eared books, and potted plants that somehow thrive despite my erratic schedule. The apartment is barely big enough to stretch out in, but for the first time all day, I can simply be myself.
A sharp knock at my front door shatters the quiet.
I frown, checking the time on my phone. It’s nearly midnight. I pull my cardigan tighter around my shoulders, walk over, and peer through the peephole. My stomach drops.
Marcus, Ethan's agent, is standing in the hallway, looking around frantically like a man fleeing a crime scene.
I unlock the deadbolt and pull the door open. "Marcus? What are you doing here a
