Maya

Why do you look scared? Trust me, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said

I forced a weak smile, though my lips trembled. “Hmm… not scared. Just remembered I have a few things I need to do at home.”

“Oh, please,” he said, voice low but heavy. “I’d let you use my truck back home if you want. But I really need my pills first. Okay?”

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Okay.”

I walked him inside, my stomach twisting tighter with each step.

What greeted me first was pure ...