POV: Maya

I barely slept that night. Mom had called the police, who'd searched the fire escape and found nothing. They'd taken a report, asked me a dozen questions I couldn't answer truthfully, and finally left with a promise to patrol the area more frequently.

"Maya, who was that?" Mom asked after they left, her face pale and worried. "Please tell me you're not involved with some boy who climbs through windows."

"I'm not involved with anyone," I lied, the words tasting bitter. "Maybe it was just someone trying random apartments. The officer said there have been break-ins in the area."

She didn't believe me. I could see it in...