Maya POVThe first time I saw Ethan on television after losing him, I was hiding in a motel room outside Florence with the curtains closed and three different phones spread across the bed beside me.Rain tapped steadily against the window while the television played low in the background mostly ignored while I tried deciding which passport would get me furthest before authorities locked airports down completely. The room smelled faintly of cigarette smoke even though I specifically asked for non-smoking and the floral wallpaper peeling near the bathroom door irritated me more every time I looked at it.I hated places like this places built for people running from something. The news anchor’s voice sharpened suddenly and I looked up automatically when Ethan’s face appeared across the screen.Everything inside me stopped.My body simply forgot movement for a second because there he was stepping out of a black vehicle in Los Angeles while reporters shouted questions from every direction.
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