Maya's Pov
The silence between us stretched out longer than I could bear. That night, after I'd gone to bed and left Adam sitting alone in the kitchen, I couldn't sleep. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster and listening to the wind push gently against the windows.
My chest ached in some strange, quiet way like something inside me was coming undone. I thought about disappearing. Not because I wished to but because, maybe it would be easier than staying in a story when I wasn't aware of my role.
I woke up early the morning after. Everyone in the house was still asleep. Adam hadn't come here yesterday. He might have slept in the mastars bedroom. I snuck into the laundry room with a basket of clean laundry and started folding it just keep my hands busy.
