Max beamed at Gemma as he opened the door for her, excited that she’d accepted his invite for dinner earlier that day. His smile faltered as he took in her troubled expression and immediately pulled her into his arms, peering down into her face worriedly.

"What's wrong?" Max asked softly, his hand stroking Gemma's cheek softly. "You look like someone died or something."

Gemma offered Max a sad smile before extricating herself from his embrace and entering the ...