Maya’s POV
I stood alone in the hospital hallway, my mother’s broken words still echoing in my ears.
She’d been about to tell me something,something about where my father had hidden the file but the nurse had interrupted, ushering me out before she could finish.
“He hid it somewhere only you would think to look,” she’d said.
Only I would think to look.
But where?
I pressed a tired hand to my forehead, trying to think through the fog of exhaustion. My father had left me a clue,something hidden in plain sight, something only I would recognize.
But my mind refused to work. Everything felt distant and heavy, like I was trapped in a dream I couldn’t wake from.
Then the baby moved hard and restless inside me.
I placed my hand over my stomach. “I know,” I whispered softly. “I know you’re
