Amelia POV

The party continued around me like a blurry carousel I couldn’t step off. Conversations, laughter, and champagne glasses clinking together—all of it felt distant, muffled, like I was hearing it from underwater. I forced myself to breathe, to keep smiling, to pretend I wasn’t seconds away from unraveling completely.

Please, God… let it not be him.

The prayer beat through my chest with every shaky inhale.

Maxwell.

The one name, the one face, the one nightmare I never wanted to ...