Maya's POV
I was seated in the FBI office. Pale walls. Chairs that are cold. The aroma of coffee and paper.
Morrison had passed away.
I kept noticing it. Her descent. The plasma. Her final breath atop the building.
She died to save us. Shielding me.
My hands trembled. I squeezed them together. Difficult. Until they ache.
Sophia positioned herself beside me. She had stopped crying. Merely gazing at emptiness. Her expression was vacant. It feels as if all the emotions have been exhausted.
A water bottle was provided to us by an FBI agent. I did not consume it.
"The agent requested your statements," she said. She was more experienced. Silver hair. Gentle gaze. "I understand that this is challenging." "However, we must understand all that occurred."
I gave a nod. Unsealed my lips. How
