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MAIA I almost tripped over the bags in my hand as I hurried down the stairs, but caught myself just in time, and one of the Busco employees noticed and rushed over to offer assistance. I smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you," I replied, gratefully handing over the bags. We made our way out of the house, and I looked up at the sky as I stepped outside. It was getting dark, the late evening settling in. Zoraya and I had just returned, and I could not shake the guilt I felt for making Keir wait for me the entire time. He was parked out front, just beyond the gate, so I quickened my pace, eager to see him. The guards opened the gate for me and the staff member assisting me, and there he was: Keir, standing by the car, waiting. My heart fluttered when he spotted me. He walked up, his fa