Maya’s POV
The door closed behind me with a soft click, and for a long moment I didn’t move.
I just stood there, staring at the suite like someone had handed me another universe. The city glowed outside the glass walls, skyscrapers stabbing into the dusk, headlights snaking like veins through the streets below. Inside, it was silent, still, pristine so far from the crash of waves and the screech of gulls that my ears almost rang in the absence of it.
The bed was the first thing that caught me. White, vast, folded so neatly it looked untouched by human hands. A hundred pillows stacked high. Sheets tucked tighter than the skin on my chest as I tried to breathe.
On the table sat a silver tray, polished so bright I could see my stunned reflection. Bottled water lined up in a row, labels gl
