Maya was surprised how quickly she slipped back into life with Raiden. She had missed sharing meals, their mornings watching movies, talking, or playing before sleeping the day away to awake before her shift. She could get used to him cooking, to the smell of something other than just the ready meals she had been living off. But at the back of her mind, she still felt that bud of insecurity. Every evening when she awoke, she expected to find him gone, vanished from her life again without a trace.
The more she allowed herself to enjoy it, the more this doubt blossomed. She tossed and turned, haunted by nightmares, right until her watch vibrated on her wrist. Half-six. It was far later than she intended to sleep, but Raiden was still beside her, his arm wrapped tightly around her while his
