Maxwell POV

I woke up with the weight of last night pressing heavily on my chest, the memory of my mother’s breakdown clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Rebecca had always been strong—unyielding, composed, almost untouchable. Seeing her crumble in my arms, sobbing like the world had finally caught up with her, had unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. I kept replaying it over and over, searching for the moment I might have caused it, the careless word or long-standing ...