It dawned on me with sudden clarity: when pushed to the brink, human potential knows no bounds.

Apart from the day I lost my parents, and the day I lost my child, I’d never cried like this.

Maverick froze for a moment, his sharp gaze sweeping over my face, probing to determine whether my grief was genuine or merely a performance.

His brows knit together, his lips pressed into a grim line, as though wrestling with words he couldn’t quite ...