POV: Maya

The abandoned warehouse smelled like rust, mildew, and forgotten dreams. We'd been hiding here for two days, ever since we escaped the school. Two days of jumping at every sound, sleeping in shifts, living off vending machine food Liam stole from a gas station at three in the morning.

Two days of watching my father slowly unravel.

"Again," Daniel commanded, pacing back and forth in front of me. "You're not focusing. I can feel your mind wandering."

I stared at the empty soda can sitting on the concrete floor ten feet away. My head ached from hours of practice, and exhaustion made my bones feel like lead.

"I'm...