A young «mother» left her newborn home alone for three days because she was too busy enjoying her irresponsible lifestyle… But when she returned, the crib was silent.

But something was wrong.

The air was unnaturally still in a way that no home with a newborn should ever be.

Maya slowly lowered her bag to the floor.

Just three days earlier, she had walked out of that same apartment, telling herself that she deserved to breathe again.

She was twenty-one years old, beautiful, restless, and used to being noticed. Before the baby, her life had been filled with loud music, late-night drives, cheap perfume, fleeting friendships, and men who loved her only until morning. She liked being the girl everyone called when there was a party. She liked the feeling of walking into a room and knowing people were watching her.