Amelia POV

The distance between us wasn’t measured in steps or walls. It was in silence. In the way Maxwell avoided my eyes, in the way he left the room just as I entered, in the way the air seemed to thicken whenever I reached for him and found only the shadow of the man I loved.

I sat at the edge of the bed, twisting the hem of my shirt, waiting for his footsteps. The clock ticked louder than my breathing, each second dragging like an accusation. He’d been in his office again too ...