Maya's POV
I followed Owen to the break room, desperately needing that cup of coffee. My mind was swirling with chaos, and I had no one to turn to. Hazel was stuck at home due to her pregnancy and Julian's threats, while Stella was already drowning in her own problems. I couldn't bring myself to burden the girls with my drama, and calling Damon was out of the question because of my mother's latest tantrum.
"Alright, honey, spill it. What's going on?" Owen placed a steaming mug in front of me as he settled into the chair beside me at the break room table.
For the next thirty minutes, I poured my heart out. The toxic way my mother treated me, how I'd escaped my own home like some criminal on the run, the car purchase that had triggered her latest meltdown—everything came tumbling out while Owen listened with unwavering attention.
