POV: Maya

The light faded, and I was standing in my childhood home. Not the mansion where Rick lived now. Not some memory twisted by years of pain and trauma. This was the tiny apartment we'd lived in before everything went wrong. Before the drinking got worse. Before the beatings started. Before Project Apex.

I was twelve years old again. I could feel it in my body, the height wrong, my hands smaller. I wore the faded jeans and oversized sweater I'd lived in that year, the ones that ...