Amelia POV

The silence of the room pressed against me like a weight. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the dim light spilling in from the lamp Maxwell had forgotten to switch off. It wasn’t just quiet, it was suffocating. My thoughts filled every corner, screaming questions I couldn’t silence no matter how hard I tried.

Maxwell had left again, another meeting, another excuse. He never explained, never gave more than half answers. And yet, when I looked into his eyes earlier ...