MAYA

Frank was walking back in as I reached the door. He stopped when he saw my face, his mouth opening to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. I walked right past him. I could feel Cynthia’s eyes on me. It was that cold, hateful stare she always had, but I kept my eyes forward and went straight to the restroom.

I leaned over the sink, staring at the stranger in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen. My face was a mess. The handkerchief in my hand still carried the faint, lingering scent of Silas.

“Be patient,” I whispered to my reflection. “Liam will find...