The next morning, Maya woke up earlier than usual, her mind immediately drawn to the strange dream she'd had. She was consumed by the thought of the warmth she had hugged while asleep—it felt so surreal that she wondered if she had gone crazy. The memory was so vivid, so real, that she could still feel the heat of the body pressed against hers, which was just like Pedro's. But Pedro wasn't around, and there was no sign he had ever been in her room.
She slowly got down from the massive bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as she tried to shake off the lingering confusion. The luxurious suite suddenly felt suffocating, and she decided to take a walk to clear her muddled head.
Slipping into a simple sundress and comfortable shoes, Maya headed out of her room and made her way thr
