Maya's POV

The door creaked open.

We all held our breath.

But it wasn't one of the strange men.

It was Professor Logan.

Regan's face eased immediately. "Dad."

Professor Logan nodded and entered calmly, holding a small bag in one hand. He scanned the room and saw me and Theresa. "Good afternoon," he said politely.

"Good afternoon, sir," we both replied in unison.

He did not show any sign that something unusual had just taken place. No strange glances. Not even a hint of recognition in my ...