Maya’s POV
I stood there in silence, my eyes moving between the wounded man and the handbag resting on the chair.
Everything inside me felt as though it had been pulled in two. The cheque inside that bag wasn’t just money.
It was my mother’s chance to survive. Her chance to keep fighting.
I could still hear the doctor’s voice as clearly as the day he had said those words.
“We don’t have much time.”
The sentence had haunted every waking moment since then. Every decision I made. Every humiliation I endured. Every tear I cried alone in the dark.
It had all been for one purpose. To save my mother.
And now another life stood before me. A man I had never met until tonight.
A man who had risked everything to warn me.
He could have simply run away without warning me. Instead, he had chos
