The morning sun spilled through the blinds of Maya’s apartment like a spotlight on a stage she hadn’t agreed to perform on. Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing on the nightstand, vibrating so hard it nearly fell off. She groaned, rolled over, and buried her face in the pillow.
It was Saturday. The one day she didn’t have to pretend to care about other people’s deadlines or the endless flood of digital nonsense that came with her job as a content manager for a local tech company. But that buzzing didn’t sound like peace. It sounded like trouble.
