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MayaThe call came on a Tuesday while I was reviewing budget projections for the foundation. Unknown number, but something made me answer it anyway."Ms. Vega? This is Dr. Sarah Winters from Meadowbrook Psychiatric Hospital. I'm Daniel Russo's primary psychiatrist."I set down my pen. "Is he dead?"Daniel had been transferred from prison to Meadowbrook six months ago after he'd started hurting himself and attacking other inmates. The news had reached me through Vincent before he'd left for his book tour—just a brief update that Daniel's mental state had deteriorated to the point where the prison system couldn't handle him anymore."No, no, nothing like that. But I'm calling because he's been asking for you. For weeks now.""I'm hanging up.""Please wait. There's been a significant change in his condition that I think you should know about."I leaned back in my chair. Through my office window, I could see Troy setting up canvases for the next showcase. Normal life. The life I'd built w
MayaThe foundation office smelled like coffee and paint thinner. Not the most professional combination, but it was becoming familiar. I walked through the main workspace, stepping around canvases and easels that had become a permanent fixture since Troy started bringing his artists here."Maya, thank God you're here." Olivia appeared at my elbow, tablet in hand and that slightly frazzled expression she got when dealing with creative personalities. "We have a situation with the gallery space.""What kind of situation?""The kind where Jenna decided the lighting is 'emotionally wrong' for her pieces and Marcus thinks we should just hang everything in the dark."I sighed. This was the kind of problem I never could have imagined six months ago. Back then, the foundation was mostly theoretical. Now it was very real, with very real artists who had very real opinions about everything."Where's Troy?""Conference room, trying to mediate. But I think he's about to strangle someone."I followe
MayaThe elevator ride down felt different than the ride up. Troy was grinning like an idiot, Olivia kept shaking her head in disbelief, and Vincent looked relieved in a way I'd never seen before. But I felt restless. Unsettled."Drinks," Troy announced as the doors opened to the lobby. "We're getting very drunk, very quickly.""It's three in the afternoon," Olivia pointed out."So? Daniel Russo is in handcuffs. That's worth day drinking."We walked through the lobby, past the usual afternoon crowd of employees and visitors. A few people stared as we passed—word was probably already spreading about what had happened upstairs.Outside, Alex was waiting by his car like he'd promised. He straightened up when he saw us, his face hopeful."Well?" he asked."Arrested," I said simply.Alex's face broke into a smile. "Really?""Really," Troy confirmed. "Led away in handcuffs like a common criminal.""Which he is," Olivia added.Alex pulled me into a hug, spinning me around once before setting
MayaThe boardroom looked exactly the same as it had during my last disastrous meeting here. Same polished table, same leather chairs, same view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. But everything felt different now.Daniel was already seated when Olivia and I walked in, reviewing papers with that focused expression he got when he thought he was about to win something. He looked up as we entered, and his face broke into the kind of smile that used to make my stomach drop."Maya," he said, standing up. "You look well. Your little vacation must have agreed with you."I didn't respond, just took my seat across from him. Vincent stood beside my chair, organizing documents with his usual efficiency. Several board members were already present, murmuring among themselves about the urgency of the meeting."I have to say," Daniel continued, settling back into his chair, "I was surprised to hear you'd left the country so suddenly. Right after poor Fiona's tragic accident."There it was
MayaThe apartment had never been cleaner.I'd been up since six, scrubbing surfaces that were already spotless, reorganizing drawers that didn't need organizing, folding clothes that had been sitting in my hamper for weeks. Anything to keep my hands busy while my brain ran through everything that was about to happen.Today was the day Daniel would be arrested.I kept saying it to myself, trying to make it feel real. Today. In a few hours. At the emergency board meeting he thought he was walking into as the victor.My coffee had gone cold on the kitchen counter hours ago. I'd poured three cups since waking up and hadn't finished any of them. My stomach was too twisted to handle caffeine anyway.The clock on the microwave read 11:47 when I heard the knock on my door. I dropped the dish towel I'd been using to wipe down already-clean counters and walked over to check the peephole.Olivia stood in the hallway, perfectly put together as always, holding what looked like a thick folder.I o