Maya's POV

I sat up slowly, still racing in my heart from the noise that woke me up. The room was dark, with only moonlight.

Theresa lay beside me, sleeping soundly. Andrew lightly snored on the couch near the entrance. But the other bed

empty.

Regan wasn't there.

I crept out from under the blankets silently, my bare feet tapping against the chilled tile as I padded across the room.

My chest tightened as I reached the window, never knowing what I would find. I slowly pulled the curtain ...