Chapter 73: The Book
The idea came to Maya in the middle of the night.
She woke up with it fully formed, like it had been waiting for her to be ready. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart racing. A book. She wanted to write a book. Not a memoir, exactly. Something more than that. Something that captured the journey—the fear, the pain, the healing, the love. She wanted to tell the story of how she'd found her way home. She wanted to tell the story of the people who had helped her along the way. She wanted to tell the story of Nowhere, of the bar, of the family that had become her home. She wanted to tell the story of the woman she'd become. She wanted to tell the story of the life she'd built. She wanted to tell the story of the love that had saved her. She wanted to tell the
