Chapter 13

Becca POV

Three days had passed since Max's sudden death, and I was still grappling with the unanswered questions surrounding his passing. Everyone kept telling me it was just a tragic accident, but no one seemed to have an explanation for what had caused it. Whenever I pressed my father for more details, he would become evasive and change the subject.Even my friends urged me to let go and focus on grieving for Max, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. He deserved more than that from me. Yet, as I held onto these emotions, I could feel myself on the brink of breaking down. But I couldn't allow myself to fall apart - not when Max needed me to be strong.

"Hi sweetie," my mother's voice startled me, pulling me back to reality. I had been lost in my thoughts for hours, unable to shake the news about Max from my mind. My mother stood in the doorway of my room, her arms crossed and a concerned look on her face.

"You've been here all day. Why don't you join your dad and I for lunch?" she su