Maya returned to the apartment with her mind still tangled in the conversation she overheard at the Chinese restaurant. The night air hadn’t cleared her thoughts. If anything, it made them heavier.
She unlocked the door quietly.
The apartment was dim, only the soft glow from the kitchen light spilling into the living room. Cecilia’s door was closed. The place felt still, almost too still, like it was holding its breath.
Maya slipped into her room, changed into her sweats, and lay on her new bed. The sheets were smooth. The mattress was firm. The room was quiet. But her mind wouldn’t stop.
Luxe is rebuilding… destruction… Seb messed up… rookie…
She tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word. Her stomach tightened with unease. She didn’t want to believe it. She didn
