Amelia POV

The house was too quiet.

I sat in the dimly lit living room, hands clasped tightly around a mug of cold tea I hadn’t touched in hours. Outside, the sky had long since surrendered to night, cloaking everything in a velvet darkness broken only by the occasional flash of headlights passing by.

But not his.

Maxwell still hadn’t returned.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for anymore—an apology, an explanation… or just the damn divorce papers. Something final. Something that ...