Amelia POV

A full week passed, yet the uneasy tightness in my chest never really left. It clung to me like a second skin—thin, invisible, suffocating. Ethan had been more attentive than ever, always watching me, always hovering as if the past Maxwell represented might slip out of the shadows at any moment and swallow me whole.

But nothing happened.

No strange sightings. No unexpected encounters. No man with sad eyes and a dangerous reputation appearing at every corner.

Just… ...