Amelia POV

A week had passed.

Seven long days of being confined to this hospital bed with nothing but my thoughts, the rhythmic beep of the machines, and Maxwell’s presence lingering like a shadow I couldn’t escape.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he stayed.

He had been here, day and night, watching over me like a silent guardian. His cold, impassive face never gave much away, but his actions did. The way he adjusted my pillows when he thought I was asleep. The way he ...