Drake POV
I watch Maya leave as she walks down the steps, yet she hesitates at the bottom of the steps, glancing around nervously into the darkness. She walks a little way across the lawn to the dirt path, only to stop at the edge where the light stops; I watch as she digs through the bag over her shoulder.
She drops her laptop, and a shriek leaves her lips as she snatches it up. She checks it, and I listen to her exhale. Tucking it under her arm and digging through the small tote bag, she pulls out a torch, and I look up at the porch light above my head before glancing back down at her to where she has stopped.
Is she scared of the dark? I wonder, watching her walk a little onto the path, she jumps, hearing a noise, and I bite my lip before looking back at the house. Shaking my head,
