Maya POV
He found me before I found him.
I had been home for exactly three days, eating actual meals like Lucas had insisted, taking my medication on time, and trying very hard to feel like a normal person rebuilding a normal life. I had even gone as far as buying a small plant for the kitchen windowsill, which I was fairly certain I was already killing, but the effort counted for something.
Then on the morning of the fourth day, I opened my front door to go pick up a prescription refill from the pharmacy two streets over, and there was a man standing in the corridor outside my apartment.
He was older, maybe mid-sixties, with silver hair combed back neatly and a dark suit that was expensive without being flashy. He had the kind of stillness about him that did not come from being calm.
