Maxwell's POV
I pulled up to the Hopton house just before noon, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight I thought it'd break.
This was it. My last shot.
If they didn't help me, if they refused to tell me where Olivia was, I didn't know what I'd do. I'd already exhausted every other option, called in every favor, searched every place I could think of.
The Hoptons were my final hope.
I took a deep breath, straightened my tie, and walked up to the front door with as much composure as I could muster.
Which, considering I'd barely slept in two days and felt like I was coming apart at the seams, wasn't much.
I knocked.
Footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal Mrs. Hopton. Her expression shifted when she saw me - surprise, then something softer.
"Maxwell," she said quietly.
"Mrs. Hopton." My voice came out rougher than I'd intended. "I'm sorry to show up unannounced. I just... I really need to talk to you. And Mr. Hopton. If that's okay."
