Maxwell povThe moment my phone slipped from my hand and clattered against the marble floor, I knew something was terribly wrong.“Maxwell,” my mother’s voice trembled beside me. “What did they say?”I bent slowly, picked up the phone, my chest tight, my pulse roaring in my ears. “She collapsed,” I said quietly. “They rushed her to the hospital.”Rebecca’s face drained of color. She sank onto the couch as if her legs could no longer hold her weight, one hand flying to her chest. “Oh God… oh God, no.” Her eyes filled instantly. “I told you this was too much. I told you we were pushing her too far.”“Mom—”“What if we overdid it?” she cried, shaking her head. “What if bringing her face-to-face with me, with the past, with everything she ran from—it was too cruel?” Tears slid freely down her cheeks now. “What if I hurt her again?”The guilt hit me like a punch to the gut.I sat beside her quickly, gripping her trembling hands. “Listen to me,” I said firmly, even though my own voice wasn’
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