Harlan
Harlan couldn't stop thinking about the way Maya had calmed that child down. He had never seen anyone manage to calm a person down that way. She was firm, in an unwavering way, but she was kind and soft.
The way she acted reminded him of his mother before she died. She always knew what she needed to do to chase his nightmares away. She used to cure his wounds, and her voice was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
He wondered where Maya had gone. He didn't ask because it was none of his business. Besides, she looked like she wanted to be alone. He understood that better than anyone.
He needed a break from Gemma after she had gotten him drunk. Also, he was there to make sure she didn't hurt herself or others.
He was about to text her when his phone rang. He sighed as he saw she was calling him.
"I told you not to call me..." he heard the phone hit the ground as she screamed.
"Stop squirming bitch," someone said, and he started running.
