She nodded. Together, they walked up the driveway. The house was modest but well-kept, with flower pots lining the windows and wind chimes tinkling near the porch light. Maya’s stomach twisted with every step. The detective rang the bell. The door opened a few moments later.
Aiden stood there—alive, healthy, and visibly stunned. His eyes darted from Maya to the detective, then back again. “Maya?” he said, breathless, almost like a reflex. Behind him, a petite woman stepped into view.