Panting, Maya snuck into the room and slammed the door. She exhaled hard and inhaled quickly. Her hair was all over her face, giving her an untidy appearance.

"Did you run Maya?" What took place? "Startled?" I asked.

Her breath was weak, and her eyes were wide.

"We have an issue, Matilda."

My heart became constricted.

"Maya, what happened?"

Maya virtually ran to the edge of the bed and murmured, "It's her." She is assuming control of everything, not merely acting. She is believed ...