Maya grabbed her laptop and opened a document, started typing out everything that had happened. A journal of sorts. Getting the chaos out of her head and onto the screen where she could see it.

She wrote for two hours. About her bike breaking down. About meeting Dominic. About the Vipers and the threats and the kidnapping. All of it pouring out in a stream of consciousness that felt emotional.

When she finished she felt lighter somehow, like naming the trauma made it less powerful, like ...