A U T H O R

Maya’s eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry. Her lashes were damp, and she blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze. Slowly, the room came into focus—and the first thing she saw was her mother. Kneeling beside her, gently caressing her hair, her face soaked with tears and lined with fear.

And then, like a flood, the memory came crashing back.

The screen.

The kiss.

His voice.