POV: Maya
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She saw him within four minutes. He saw her at the same moment ,both of them looked away in the same second.
The ballroom was on the 45th floor of the Sterling Tower with chandeliers and champagne. A string quartet playing something classical and forgettable. The windows faced the city, all lights and buildings and people living lives she didn't understand.
Maya stepped out of the elevator , into a room full of ghosts.
She wore a burgundy dress that fit closely around her body, with thin straps on her shoulders and an open back showing her spine. Her long black hair was down, her dark eyes looked bright, and the small scar on her left eyebrow was the only thing about her that hadn’t changed.
She had not been in this building since she packed her box and walked out.
She
