When Maya returned to the hotel, she found Luis sitting in the hall, slouched on the sofa with a sullen expression. The fading sunlight streaming through the large window illuminated the entire space dimly. The silence felt oppressive.
Maya stopped in her tracks by the door, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't expected him to be back so early. Something in his posture unnerved her. Was he angry?
A wave of unease swept over her, blending with the fear gnawing at her insides. Despite her fear, Maya refused to accept defeat. She knew she had to convince Luis to believe her version of the story. If she failed, everything she had built would come crashing down. Her life would be destroyed. Her mind raced, frantically calculating how to deal with him.
