MAYA
They were hunting me. I just didn't know how far they'd go.
The door to my apartment hung open, not broken. Just unlocked, like I'd left it that way.
I knew better.
My hand shook as I pushed it wider. The hinges creaked. Inside, chaos, Couch cushions slashed open, stuffing scattered across the floor like snow. Kitchen drawers yanked out, contents dumped. Books pulled from shelves, pages bent and torn.
But my TV still sat on the stand. My grandmother's gold necklace still hung from the jewelry tree by the bathroom mirror.
They hadn't come to steal.
My laptop lay on the coffee table, screen dark. I jabbed the power button, nothing. I tried again. The hard drive had been wiped clean, good thing I'd backed everything up to three separate cloud accounts after Marcus's warning.
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