Chapter 94.
Maxwell’s POV.
I stared at my phone, unmoving, the video Clara had sent still playing on a loop as the chandeliers glowed on the screen… the lights shimmered softly… the music hummed faintly in the background… and her laughter rang bright, genuine, alive. She looked beautiful… radiant… happy… too happy… and somehow that was what unsettled me the most. My jaw tightened as I replayed the clip again and then again, watching the way the camera drifted across the hall… the way her voice sounded light and excited… the way she laughed like nothing in the world could touch her… my thumb hovering over the screen, hesitating before pressing replay one more time.
Something twisted painfully in my chest… slow and sharp… like a warning bell I had learned, through blood and loss, not to
