Amelia POV

Night settled heavily over the house, sinking into the walls, wrapping itself around every corner like a reminder I could not outrun. I tried to distract myself with dinner, with cleaning, with folding blankets I’d already folded earlier that morning—but nothing worked. My hands wouldn’t stay still, my thoughts wouldn’t quiet, and every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were Maxwell’s eyes staring back at me in that supermarket.

Confused. Hurt. Certain.

As if he truly ...