Would We Meet Dad?

The crunch of gravel beneath her worn sneakers felt deafening in the quiet expanse of the estate. Gripping the handle of her single, battered duffel bag, Maya tipped her head back to take in the sheer scale of the NorthRidge mansion. Sweeping columns of white marble rose toward the cloudless sky, framing a structure so massive it looked more like a historic fortress than a family home. Manicured h