Amelia POV

The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on my chest and made breathing feel like a chore. I sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. My thoughts looped back to Maxwell’s face earlier—rage, betrayal, heartbreak. It replayed like a broken record, each time shattering me a little more.

I pressed my palm to my belly, feeling the faint flutter beneath. It’s just you and me now, I thought bitterly, though even ...