Maya POV
The thirty days passed quietly.
No phone calls from Adrian. No surprise visits. No dramatic last-minute gestures. Just thirty days of silence, which honestly suited me perfectly fine. I used the time to get my bearings, finish my medication, learn which coffee shop near my apartment made an Americano that did not taste like regret, and let Lucas's people finish going through every corner of my apartment looking for anything Mr. Park might have left behind.
They found two bugs.
One behind the smoke detector in the hallway. One underneath the kitchen counter, tucked so neatly behind the cabinet hinge that even Lucas's guy almost missed it.
Lucas had called me with the news in that carefully controlled voice he used when he was genuinely angry but did not want to alarm me.
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