Maya didn’t remember falling asleep. Then again, she couldn’t remember a lot these days. All she knew is that she had been crying over Aria, Cillian, and Azrael then suddenly she was waking up again. Her body was still a bit sore, so perhaps Orla had been right about needing rest to heal. Still, Maya felt the need to move and at least attempt to see where she was. She got up from the bed, used the toilet, and went to the door of the trailer. She could hear bits and pieces of conversation outside before she even opened the door.
Blake was standing with another man. They stopped talking the moment the door opened.
“Are you feeling well?” Blake asked.
“I just...uh...needed air,” Maya answered. It wasn’t a lie exactly.
“Right,” Blake said, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Fine, I want
