Maya Bishop Station 19 Novels & Stories

George stood abruptly, “we’ll find him ourselves first. Call his friends. That girl—Maya, the one he’s always with. She might know where he’d go.” Martha was already reaching for her phone with shaking hands. **** “Honey, come here, please!” Maya stumbled downstairs half-awake in her Hello Kitty pajamas, her curls wild and tangled all around her face. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a morning person, Dad?” “Oh, quit complaining and look at this.” Maya followed his gaze toward the television. A news reporter stood in front of a police barricade, bundled tightly against the cold as snow flurried behind her despite the nearing spring season.