Maxwell pov

The moment my phone slipped from my hand and clattered against the marble floor, I knew something was terribly wrong.

“Maxwell,” my mother’s voice trembled beside me. “What did they say?”

I bent slowly, picked up the phone, my chest tight, my pulse roaring in my ears. “She collapsed,” I said quietly. “They rushed her to the hospital.”

Rebecca’s face drained of color. She sank onto the couch as if her legs could no longer hold her weight, one hand ...