Maxwell POV

I found her in Lila’s room.

The light was dim, just a slant of moon cutting across the small bed, the stuffed animals lined in their uneven row. Amelia sat on the edge, her hands curled tight in her lap, her head bent low.

I didn’t need to see the shine on her cheeks to know. She’d been crying.

She wanted me to believe nothing was wrong, that she was unshaken, but I knew better. I always knew.

She stood by the window, her back half-turned to me, fiddling with ...