Leah
The night before, Carol had forwarded me Liam’s packet: Victor’s truck near Maya’s apartment, screenshots about weapons, and a timeline that made her silence feel dangerous.
She had also forwarded Maya’s answer to my careful text.
Fine thank you.
No heart. No detail about Diego. Nothing that sounded like Maya.
I had not slept much.
I was back at Haven House by eight the next morning.
I had dropped Bella at Jacob’s parents’ house on the way in. Laura and James Fairfax had asked for the day, and Bella had been excited enough about Grandma’s pancakes and Grandpa’s story voices that I told myself not to overthink it.
Overthinking could wait until after coffee.
Haven House was quiet when I arrived. Staff voices low. Coffee already made. The front desk light on. The security monito
