_Anya's POV_
My entire body locked up in panic the moment I heard Mom Jess calling my name.
"Anya!"
The photograph almost slipped from my trembling fingers. My pulse exploded into a frantic rhythm. For one terrifying second, I simply stood there staring at the photograph while my mind raced wildly.
Hide it.
Maya's urgent voice echoed inside my head.
Quickly.
My hands moved before my brain could fully process what was happening. I folded the photograph and shoved it deep into my pocket. My heart hammered so hard that I could hear it pounding inside my ears. Then my eyes darted toward the empty frame lying on the floor.
Panic rushed through me again. I did not have enough time to hang it back on the wall. The footsteps were getting closer.
"Anya?"
Mom Jess sounded much nearer now.
