One week had passed since that night Zaya woke up looking shaken.
She'd brushed it off with her usual cool demeanor, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something had been weighing on her. Still, things had gone back to normal—or as normal as they ever got with us.
We'd spent the days working, teasing, and stealing as much time together as possible. Zaya had been sweet, attentive, and occasionally grumpy in that way of hers that I couldn't help but find endearing.
But today was different.
Zaya wasn't here.
I was in the studio, trying to focus on rehearsing lines for an upcoming scene. Normally, having Zaya around made the hours pass quickly, even when we were busy. But she had a shoot in another city today, and the studio felt emptier without her.
Maya and Isabel, however, were more than making up for the lack of noise.