The doors swung open, and Lisa rushed in.

Her eyes went straight to Maya—tear‑streaked, shaking—then to Bruce, who stood unnervingly calm.

“Stay away from her, Bruce,” Lisa said sharply, stepping between them. “I’m sorry, but I think she’s hiding something. She’s not who she pretends to be.”

“Lisa,” Bruce said.

“No you have to listen, Bruce.” Lisa cut in.

“Earlier on when I came to console her and make sure she was okay, she left for the bathroom. A phone was ...