Amelia POV

The cab ride felt longer than it was. Maybe it was the silence, or maybe it was the churning anxiety twisting tighter in my chest with every mile. I sat stiffly, fingers laced in my lap, staring out the window like the passing city lights could offer answers I hadn’t found in Nate’s eyes.

I wasn’t ready to go home.

I wasn’t ready to face what waited on the other side of that front door.

Maxwell might be there—or worse, he might not. And somehow, both possibilities felt like ...