Maxwell's POV
I found my way to the ICU floor, my heart pounding, my palms sweating.
And there she was.
Olivia.
Standing outside one of the rooms, her face pressed against the transparent window, looking in at what I assumed was her father.
She was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Her hair was a mess. She looked exhausted and hollow and completely broken.
She was completely still. Like a statue. Like she'd been standing there for hours and might stand there for hours more.
Everything in me wanted to go to her. To hold her. To tell her I was here and I wasn't leaving.
But I could still hear her words from last night: I don't want you anywhere near my family right now.
So I turned away and looked for Kennedy instead.
I found him in a small waiting area down the hall, sitting between his mother and Kira.
Mrs. Hopton's eyes were red and swollen from crying. Kira had her arm around Kennedy's shoulders, whispering something to him.
