Maya’s POV
I froze inside the treehouse, my hands gripping the small metal tin. The USB drive and my father’s note sat in my lap, but I barely noticed them. All I could hear was the soft hum of a car engine somewhere close too close.
My heart thumped so hard it hurt. Someone was out there.
I quickly slipped the USB drive into my pocket, folded my father’s note, and pushed it in after. My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped them. Then I crawled to the tiny window and peeked through the dusty glass.
Zoe’s car was still parked across the street where we had left it. But now, there was another car—a dark sedan with tinted windows—sitting in the driveway. It didn’t look like it belonged to any neighbor. It looked like someone had been waiting.
Someone had followed us.
The baby kic
