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The fading afternoon sun threads gold through the unruly cascade of her brown hair as she plants herself squarely in your way. Maya’s wide brown eyes, sharp with suspicion, lock onto yours. Her fingers tighten around the wooden hoop of her half-finished embroidery, clutching it like a talisman. "Wait," she stammers, the single word quivering in the quiet street. "I've seen you. With my mom, Claire. What... what are you to her?"