RIDE OR CRY
Knox found her three days later.
Maya was in a diner in a town she didn't know the name of, drinking coffee she couldn't taste, staring at nothing. She'd been driving for days, sleeping in her car, eating when she remembered to. She'd stopped crying. She'd stopped feeling. She'd stopped believing in anything. The world outside the window was gray and flat, a blur of highway and sky that meant nothing to her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten a real meal. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept through the night. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt anything except the hollow ache that had taken up permanent residence in her chest. It was a cold, empty feeling, like she'd been hollowed out and left to freeze.
The door chimed. She didn't look up
