Amelia’s POV

The office smelled like ink and paper. Maxwell sat at his desk under the lamp, looking at papers. Custody papers. He’d been reading them for hours, going over the same pages repeatedly, like the answers might change if he stared long enough.

His hand shook as he held his pen. He tried to look calm, but I could see it, the stiffness in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked across the same line twice, three times. He was scared, and the papers were the only thing keeping him ...