MAYA
We'd survived. Now we had to figure out if survival was enough.
I woke to darkness and Dominic's hand on my shoulder.
"Maya. You're dreaming."
My heart pounded. The sheets were damp with sweat. I could still feel the cold metal of Rebecca's gun against my temple, and hear her voice in my ear.
"I'm okay," I whispered.
Dominic pulled me close. His heart beat fast against my back. We both knew I was lying.
The nightmares come every night now. Sometimes I was back in that warehouse. Sometimes I watched Dominic die instead. Sometimes Rebecca's laugh echoed endlessly and I couldn't wake up.
"Try to sleep," Dominic said.
But his voice was tight. He was awake too, fighting his own demons.
Jeremy's guest house smelled like coffee and old books. It was small, just two bedrooms and a k
