With a rapidly palpitating heart, Maya manages to shut the swaying window , hoping for the familiar, faraway smile on the other side of the window to shut out , too.
Maya is drenched in sweat and the choking feeling makes it impossible for her to even call out to her next door neighbor .
The unpremeditated visit to the beach with her friends and his accidental death flash in her mind like an ominous nightmare.
Struggling to catch her breath, she turns to her infant who had been wailing unattended through her mother’s horrified stupor.
Maya trembles as the thud on the door intensifies the pronounced cues on the impending danger.
“ I didn’t kill you ” Maya stutters, clutching her infant who is thankfully clueless about the tumultous storm or the frightening shadow of the past .