Maxwell’s POV

The war between me and Amelia

Patience was supposed to be my strength. But patience with Amelia was wearing into something sharper, rawer, every day.

The house had become a battlefield. Every conversation with her seemed to circle back to one subject—Lila. And though I wanted to believe we were fighting on the same side, the way Amelia looked at me now, like I was the enemy, made my chest burn with equal parts anger and guilt.

Tonight was no different.

“You’re avoiding ...