Maxwell pov

The house was quiet, but my mind wasn’t.

I’d barely slept a wink since the confrontation that happened minutes ago. Amelia’s words played on repeat, echoing in every corner of my brain. Her voice, the tremble of it when she said I used her… when she said I never cared. That look in her eyes—part pain, part defiance—haunted me.

She wasn’t the same girl I brought into this house.

She was changing, slipping through my fingers like smoke.

And I hated it but ...