Maya’s POV
Agent Martinez led me down a quiet hospital hallway and into a small, empty room. The white walls and bright lights made everything feel cold. There was only a metal table and two chairs between us. It felt like a room meant for secrets.
“Please, sit,” she said gently.
I sat down slowly. My hands were shaking. My clothes were still covered in Alex’s blood. I felt numb—like my body and mind were working separately.
“I know this has been a long night,” Martinez said, opening a small notebook. “But I need to ask you a few questions about what happened.”
I didn’t answer right away. My throat was dry. There was only one thing I wanted to know.
“Is Alex okay?” I finally asked.
She looked up from her notes. “He’s stable. The bullets missed anything serious. He’s already out of s
