Maxwell's POV
She'd slid off the toilet seat and was now on the floor, her back against the wall, her eyes unfocused and distant.
"He's killing my parents," she whispered, her voice hollow and broken. "He's going to kill my parents."
She kept repeating it, over and over, like a prayer or a curse.
"He's killing my parents. He's going to kill my parents."
"OLIVIA!" I tried to get through to Mrs. Hopton one more time, but the line had gone chaotic - screaming, crashing sounds, crying.
I made a split-second decision and ended the call.
Then I grabbed my phone from the floor.
"This is an emergency," I said quickly, clearly. "I need police and ambulance sent to…" I rattled off the Hoptons' address, my voice steady despite the terror clawing at my insides. "There's an intruder. Someone's been hurt. Send everyone you can. Now."
The dispatcher started asking questions, but I was already pulling up Kennedy's number.
He answered on the second ring.
"Maxwell? What…"
