Maya's POV

I was about to pull the trigger when the person came into view.

it was no stranger, it was Theresa.

I lowered the gun immediately and let out a shaky breath. My hand was trembling.

I was aghast that I almost shot her. Guilt and frustration engulfed my entire being, and I turned back toward room and hastily shoved the firearm into the wardrobe underneath a top layer of folded jeans.

This whole incident was playing with my head: I was getting unnecessarily paranoid.

I had just ...