Amelia’s POVThe office smelled like ink and paper. Maxwell sat at his desk under the lamp, looking at papers. Custody papers. He’d been reading them for hours, going over the same pages repeatedly, like the answers might change if he stared long enough.His hand shook as he held his pen. He tried to look calm, but I could see it, the stiffness in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked across the same line twice, three times. He was scared, and the papers were the only thing keeping him upright.I stood by the bookshelf, arms wrapped around myself. My voice came out softer than I meant it to. “You’ve read those ten times tonight.”“Not enough,” he said without looking up, turning another page. “I need to be sure.”“Sure of what?”“That she’s safe.” He pressed his thumb against the signature line, hard enough to leave a smudge. “That we can keep her away from…” His words trailed off, the silence heavier than anything else in the room. He set the pen down, but his hand lingered near it like
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