Maya's POV
The clock on the wall read 2:18 AM in soft red figures. The TV was still on, now silenced, throwing stuttering shadows against the living room wall. I was snuggled under a blanket, though I wasn't cold. I still couldn't sleep. I would doze, only to wake time and time again, Adam's scent still on the pillow I had picked from the room. I had no idea what kept me awake, restlessness? curiositym? Or the creeping, crawling sensation that something in this house was always on the verge of being revealed.
I got up, went into the kitchen to fetch water but did not get any further. My legs carried me to the hallway, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of Adam's office door. The door was shut but not locked.
I hesitated a little, my fingers on the handle. I wasn't being nosy,
