Maxwell's POV
I stood behind the pillar in the hospital corridor, my body pressed against the cool concrete, watching Olivia's room like a sentinel who'd long abandoned his post but couldn't quite walk away.
The nurse who'd been hovering around me for the past twenty minutes appeared again, her expression somewhere between concerned and exasperated.
"Sir, please," she said softly, gesturing to the row of plastic chairs along the wall. "You really should sit down. You can't stand here. Your feet…"
I ignored her, keeping my eyes fixed on that door.
She sighed, but I barely registered the sound. Everything in me was focused on that room. On the woman inside it.
After Kira had thrown me out of the house - and God, I'd deserved that, deserved worse than that - I hadn't actually left. I'd driven to a safe distance and waited. Watched Kira rush out and hail a cab. Followed that cab to the coffee shop where she'd met Kennedy.
Then followed them both here.
