Amelia POV

The world blurred for a second. My thoughts had been circling the same drain all day—Maxwell’s visit, his accusation, the way his voice cracked when he said we should be grieving together.

I had gone out for some air, hoping the quiet streets would soothe the chaos inside me. But my mind wouldn’t stop. Every memory, every mistake, every almost between Maxwell and me tangled like vines, wrapping tighter around my chest until I could hardly breathe.

The late afternoon sun ...