Maya's POV

I leaned back against the car seat and watched Theresa as she scooped another forkful of jollof rice into her mouth. "I knew Regan even before you and I got close."

That piqued my interest, though I tried not to show it.

"Back then," she continued, "I traveled to the school where Regan was studying. My aunt's a professor there, you know, the short woman with the glasses that looks like she could curse you with her eyes?"

I chuckled a little, not because it was funny, but because ...