Maxwell didn’t get to play last night and he didn’t look happy. We attended the after-party with his team after they won but Maxwell didn’t pay attention to anything around him or enjoyed his team’s victory. He barely talked or shared any delight with anyone.
I woke up thinking Maxwell was working out since he wasn’t making breakfast but there wasn’t any sign of him. I tried not to freak out or go out of my mind thinking the guy who is responsible for shooting Maxwell, abducted him.
I grabbed a sweater going for the car keys when I found them gone and realized Maxwell must have taken them. I called an uber to drive me over to the stadium, hoping my gut wasn’t misleading me.
I wasn’t feeling up calling up Kurt and telling him I lost Maxwell—so, I hoped to God he was here and God at le
