She stood by the window, looking down at Sir Derinem, pushing Luca's wheelchair down to the opened car, and one of Damon's men putting sealed boxes into the booth.
It was already evening—in fact, eight on the dot—when Lina bombarded her as she was fixing her cover-up makeup to prepare for bed. Lina had told her that Sir Derinem was leaving, and she was skeptical until she went to the window to see this.
She couldn't believe it was happening, opening and closing her eyes against what she knew was reality.
Sir Derinem was leaving, going back? Had she done something wrong to make him leave? Was it because of what happened the night before?
She heard Lina behind her, banging and zipping away with more force than was needed. Maya was scared she would ruin something or even hurt herself.
She knew the girl was angry, and when she turned to see her red face snooping around, looking for a chore to take her anger out on, it was confirmed.
"Lina?" she called her softly, "are you ok?"
"No, Madame,
