Maya woke Sunday morning to gray light and the sound of rain. She lay still, listening. The drops were steady. She'd been here long enough that the rain no longer felt foreign. It was just the weather. Just the sky. Just another Sunday. Her phone buzzed. David: Same spot. Noon. Bring nothing. She stared at the screen. Bring nothing. She didn't know what that meant. She typed: Why? You'll see. --- At 9, she walked to the cafe. The bell rang. The woman behind the counter took one look at her and poured the tea. "You're early again," the woman said. "I have plans." "The guy with the hat?" Maya wrapped her hands around the cup. "The guy with the hat." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know. He said bring nothing." The woman set the cloth down. "That's interesting." "Is it?" The woman looked at her. "It means he doesn't want you to be anyone. Just yourself." --- At 11, Maya stood in front of her closet. Jeans. Sweater. Jacket. The same things she wore every day. Sh
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