Amelia POV

Time stopped meaning anything.

Minutes didn’t pass.

They pressed.

Heavy. Suffocating. Endless.

The house filled with people, voices, movement—but I felt frozen in the middle of it all, like the world was happening behind glass. Someone offered me water. I didn’t take it. Someone asked me to sit. I couldn’t.

All I could see was Luke’s empty swing.

All I could hear was his voice from last night.

Are we safe now?

I turned to Maxwell, who was speaking rapidly into his ...