Maya closed the door of her bedroom and fell to the floor with her back against the hardwood. She was breathing hard from rushing to her room. Tears streamed down her face, wetting her neck.
Her left hand still held her injured shoulder, and there was a painful burning sensation radiating all over it that she feared her shoulder was dislocated.
She shivered as she sat by the door. Maya was unsure if the tremors traversing through her whole body were because of the pain, the fear she was feeling, or perhaps the disappointment in her chest that just kept growing.
She didn't want to think of what would have happened if Asher hadn't shown up when he did. She knew Keenan didn't believe a word she said, but each time she was shocked by the magnitude of his distrust.
She could hear her heart loudly screaming. It was a feeling she couldn't put into words. If her heart had eyes, she was sure tears were streaming down them as they were running down her face.
