Amelia’s POV

The silence pressed so heavily I could almost hear it breathing. The custody papers lay hidden in Maxwell’s drawer, but their shadow still lingered in the room, He hadn’t moved since he shut them away. His hand stayed curled over the desk, his knuckles white, as if he loosened his grip the world might unravel.

I stepped closer. “Maxwell…”

He didn’t answer. His lips moved slightly, but not for me.

For her.

I knew it before he said anything. I could see ...