Another gust slammed into the window, rattling it so hard she flinched. That noise jolted something inside her. This wasn’t about plans anymore—it was about urgency. She didn’t have the luxury of second-guessing herself. She turned from the window and marched to the kitchen without another thought.
She opened the fridge with trembling fingers, pulled out a slab of steak wrapped in butcher’s paper. It was meant for a Sunday dinner she never got around to making. Maya tore it open and slapped it into a plate.