Chapter 15

Maxwell POV

The past week has been tough, to say the least. I’ve barely had a wink of sleep. Every night I stayed awake projecting images into Laura’s mind to stop the nightmares until she was able to fall asleep peacefully.

It’s agonizing listening to her screams, knowing I can’t comfort her instead. I’ve been visiting her once or twice a day, but I don’t get a lot back. She hasn’t left her room.

She’s barely said two words to me. But I don’t push it. I take every day as it comes.

I hold a cup of coffee in my hand which has turned cold from staring endlessly at the wall. If I don’t, I’ll peer around my kitchen to find plates and cups dotted everywhere as no one bothered to clean up last night.

It irks me that my private kitchen is treated like university accommodation.

“No sleep huh?” Ava’s voice echoes around the kitchen as she walks by me. Sebastian follows and gives me a slow nod.

“I have every right to be worried about her,” I grumble under my breath. “And were you guys born in