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Maxwell's Pov,

"Where should we meet?" I asked the moment I approached Judith's car after work. Though she had avoided me all day, she sent me a reminder message at the end of the day to make sure we still met up. The tension between us was palpable, and I wasn't sure how the conversation would go. I just hoped we could find a way to move past whatever had caused the rift between us.

"I'll send you the address and time," She answered coldly and entered her car. I watched as she sped off.

Just as I was trying to process everything that had just happened, my phone buzzed with a message notification from Judith. I hastily opened it, The message read,

"My place, 6 PM. Don't be late." My heart sank, and I felt a surge of panic. I had a bad feeling about this, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Was I walking into a trap? I was starting to regret ever getting involved with Judith.

I tried calling her, hoping to work out a different meeting place, but she di