Maya's POV
Life was finally settling into a peaceful rhythm. Damon greeted me yesterday when I returned from college, divorce papers in hand—he was officially free from his marriage. Sasha had become nothing more than an unpleasant memory from the past.
Today, Damon had to work a Saturday shift, leaving me alone at home. I planned to use the solitude productively by preparing for my upcoming exams. Midway through the afternoon, the doorman called to announce a visitor—someone I hadn't expected and wasn't entirely sure I wanted to see, but couldn't bring myself to turn away. I gave permission for their entry, quickly changed into something more presentable, and sent Damon a text about our unexpected guest.
