Even though her dad had proved it was him, something about it still hadn’t felt right to her. She already didn’t feel safe, and with the news that they might need to be protected, Maya’s instincts told her they should move again. She packed up their bags and her sister, and they took a taxi to a Hampton Inn a bit further down the highway. She paid in cash and checked in using a fake ID under the name Miranda Bennett, age eighteen. She had gotten it only a few months earlier under peer pressure from her friends, but she had never used it before.
