Noah's POV

The older lady took us to her office. It was a small room with a head chair, a desk, and two other chairs opposite the first.

She sat on the head chair, Maya stood next to her, her hands crossed on her chest... Her teeth were still gritted. As though she were just enduring this entire gathering.

"You can have your seat." She pointed at the chairs opposite her.

My eyes swept over the chair.

There was no visible dirt because it was brown, but what if there had been?

No what ifs... There was no way I was sitting down.

"I'll rather stand."

"Fine. Your choice." The...