Maxwell’s POVI hadn’t expected it to be her. Of all people, my own mother.When I heard the name, it felt like the air had been punched out of me.Sandra Chamberlain, my mother, the woman who’d raised me to be cautious, who’d scolded me for every reckless impulse I’d ever had, was keeping tabs on me like I was a suspect, not her son.Still, as I drove toward my parents’ house that morning, the mansion looming in the distance like a monument to every cold conversation we’d ever had, I tried to convince myself there had to be a reason.Something that made sense. Something more than paranoia.Ivan sat in the back seat, clutching his favorite toy car, humming quietly.I didn’t want to bring him along, God knew I didn’t, but after what had happened last night, leaving him at the estate didn’t feel right either.Besides, Mother was always gentler when he was around.The house hadn’t changed. It never did. The same marble steps, the same carefully trimmed hedges. The curtains drawn just so,
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