Maya’s POV
Maya stood right in front of the giant iron gate.
The freezing wind blew off the harbor, biting into her cheeks, but she squeezed her small gloved hands into her coat pockets and did not budge.
The two tall guards in dark suits stood on the other side of the high bars. They looked down at her like two big stone walls blocking the road.
"Hey! Little kid, get away from the gate," the first guard barked, waving his heavy hand at her. "This is private property. Go on back home to your parents."
Maya puffed out her tiny chest, held her bag of cheap candies tight inside her mitten, and looked right up into his dark sunglasses.
"I am not going home," Maya said in a clear, loud voice. "I need to see Uncle Damian. I have very important business with him."
The second guard laughed
