Alex
The key card beeped and I pushed into the hotel room, already calling her name. "Maya?"
Nothing. The room was empty, but not empty—her presence was still there in the rumpled bedsheets, the tea cup on the nightstand, her shoes kicked off by the bathroom door. Wind moved through the space, and I followed it to the source.
The balcony doors were wide open.
I found her leaning against the railing, completely still. Not moving, not fidgeting, just standing there with her forearms resting on the metal barrier like she'd been carved from stone. The city spread out below us, all glittering lights and distant traffic sounds, but Maya wasn't really looking at any of it. She was looking through it.
I stood in the doorway for
