Maxwell's POV
The hot water beat down on my shoulders, washing away the exhaustion of the past few days, but it couldn't wash away the image of Olivia standing at that hospital window.
Hollow. Broken. Lost.
Because of my father.
Because of my family.
I stood under the shower until the water started to run cold, then forced myself out and got dressed in fresh clothes that felt strange after days of wearing the same thing.
My house felt too big. Too empty. Too quiet.
I made my way to the kitchen and forced myself to eat something - eggs and toast that tasted like paper but my body needed the fuel for what was coming.
Because I was going to find my father.
And I was going to end this.
I pulled out my phone and made the call.
"Assemble everyone," I told my head of security. "Every available man. I need them at the house in thirty minutes."
"Yes, sir. May I ask what this is regarding?"
"Manhunt," I said simply. "I'll brief everyone when they arrive."
