Maya’s POV
The reporter leaned forward, her voice soft and careful.
“You were alone?”
The screen froze me. My body went still, every sound around me drowned out by that single word.
Alone.
Liam looked briefly at his manager beside him, that same slick man who’d been shadowing him since we landed. Then Liam turned back to the camera, forcing a small smile.
“Yes,” he said. “Alone. It was hard, but I survived.”
The reporter’s eyebrows lifted, sympathy and curiosity mingling in her tone. “No one at all? No other survivors? That must’ve been incredibly lonely.”
He gave a small, sad nod. “It was.”
And that was it.
No hesitation.
No correction.
No her name was Maya.
Just silence that burned worse than any lie.
My chest tightened, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. I pressed my pal
