Maya's POV

I followed them, heart pounding the whole way. Regan wasn't even heading toward the restroom, he walked past it, calm and quiet, like he already had a plan. Andrew stopped by the door, yanked it open, and stood still.

I didn't go too close. I couldn't. The man was huge, older, stronger, built like someone who fought for a living.

The last thing I wanted was for Andrew and Regan to get hurt because of me. I stayed at a distance but close enough to hear.

Andrew called out, loud ...