FAZER LOGINDetective Harris sat across from her.His eyes lingered on the bruise forming around her wrist.“Miss Maya, are you sure you’re okay?”Maya glanced down at her hand before looking back at him.“I’m fine.”The detective clearly didn’t believe her.“You don’t look fine.”A small smile appeared on Maya’s face.“Detective, why don’t we focus on why I’m here?”He studied her for a moment.Then he sighed.“Alright.”Maya sat up straighter.“The DNA.”The detective nodded and opened a file on his desk.“The sample we recovered has been processed.”Maya’s heartbeat quickened.Finally.An answer.Or at least she hoped so.“What did you find?”The detective flipped through a few pages.“The DNA belongs to a male.”Maya frowned.“A male?”“Yes.”“Do you know who he is?”“No.”The answer came so quickly that it irritated her.“What do you mean, no?”“We ran it through available records.”“And?”“No match.”Maya stared at him.“Nothing?”“Nothing,” he said softly.The excitement she had carried al
Maya woke up before her alarm.At first, she didn’t know why.Then she remembered it was already Monday.Her eyes immediately moved to the phone on her nightstand.She grabbed it and checked the time.6:14 AM.A small smile appeared on her face.For the first time in days, she felt something close to excitement.Today, she would finally meet the detective.Today, she might finally get answers.The thought pushed away whatever sleep remained.Maya sat up and rubbed her eyes.“Let’s find out who attacked me.”The words came out quietly.Almost like a promise.She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.Less than an hour later, she made her way downstairs.The dining room was empty.No Will.No sound of him rushing to work.No coffee cup sitting where he usually left it.Only Cassie The housekeeper stood beside the table, arranging breakfast.“Good morning, Mrs. Haider.”“Morning.”Maya pulled out a chair.As she sat down, she noticed something.Cassie still wasn’t looking directly
“Maya, you’re married?”Victor stared at her for a second before shaking his head.“I still can’t believe it.”Maya frowned.“What?”“The tough journalist. The woman who once argued with three professors in a single week. Married.”A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“Honestly, I’m shocked.”Maya groaned.“Victor.”“No, seriously. Every time I remember you’re somebody’s wife, it feels wrong.”She reached for a napkin and threw it at him.He dodged it easily.“Violence. See? This is exactly what I’m talking about.”Maya shook her head.“I called the wrong person.”“You definitely did.”For a moment, the tension eased.Not completely.Just enough for her shoulders to relax.Victor’s expression softened slightly.“Alright,” he said. “What happened?”Maya looked down at the table.The answer sat heavily in her chest.But the moment he asked, she suddenly didn’t feel like talking anymore.“Nothing.”Victor raised an eyebrow.“You called me across the city for nothing?”“I changed my
“Victor, can I trust you?”Victor stared at her for a second.Then sighed.“That’s so disappointing.”Maya blinked.“What is?”“I thought you were about to ask me for money.”“What?”“Or bail.”“I have never asked you for bail.”“Yet.”Maya rolled her eyes.“Why do I even talk to you?”“Because despite my many flaws, I’m charming.”“You have many flaws she said, faintly “See? You didn’t deny the charming part.”For the first time that evening, Maya laughed.It surprised both of them.Victor pointed at her.“There she is.”“Who?”“The woman who used to insult people professionally.”“Victor, I'm a journalist for goodness sake.”“Exactly.”Maya shook her head.“You’re impossible.”“And you’re avoiding the question.”“What question?”“The one you called me here to answer.”Maya narrowed her eyes.“I regret inviting you.”Victor leaned back in his chair.“That’s usually the point where people buy me coffee.”“I already bought coffee.”“You bought coffee for yourself.”“And?”“And I came
The phone rang a couple of times, but Maya didn't respond She watched the screen light up, watched Will’s name appear, then disappear when the call ended.A few seconds later, it rang again.This time, she turned the phone face down on the passenger seat as she drove to a nearby café to cool off.For months, she had been the one waiting for calls. She had always been the one checking her phone between meetings. The one convincing herself that a delayed response wasn’t personal.Now, the roles had changed.And somehow, she wasn’t sure what to do with that.Across the room, people moved in and out of the café, carrying on conversations that had nothing to do with her. The sound of cups meeting saucers filled the air.Maya reached for her phone again.Not to answer Will or Soph but to make i different call.The line rang once.Twice.Then Victor answered.“That was quick.”“You sound disappointed.”“I’m considering hanging up.”A faint laugh came through the speaker.“What do you want,
Nine years.That was how long Maya had known Sophia Nine years was a long time to know someone.Long enough to forget how you met.Maya couldn’t remember the exact conversation anymore.All she remembered was the result.Memories of Sophia sitting beside her during lectures she hated.Sophia stealing fries from her tray and insisting they tasted better when they belonged to someone else.Sophia talking through movies and then complaining when people talked through movies.The small things stayed, but the important things were always the first to disappear.The drive home should have cleared her head.Instead, it made everything worse.Every memory seemed determined to surface at once.A rainy afternoon in their second year of university.Sophia showing up outside Maya’s hostel with two cups of coffee after a terrible exam.The night Maya got her first journalism internship, Sophia had celebrated as if the job belonged to both of them.When Maya’s father died, Sophia had spent three n







