Flora sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. A week had passed, and yet, the empty space left by Maia's disappearance felt like an open wound that refused to heal.
She hadn't been herself since that night. The memories kept replaying in her head, Maia's last text message flashing over and over again on her phone. It had been just a simple call to meet at The Stockyard. It hadn't seemed urgent, and yet, she hadn't gone. She'd let life get in the way, put her phone on 'Do Not Disturb' and gone to bed early. And now Maia was gone.
