MARIA POV
Wait. *Where is Robert?*
I stood in the waiting room, my heart still pounding in my chest from the rush of adrenaline and fear, when I finally noticed him. In the corner, sitting on one of the plastic chairs with his head in his hands, was Robert. He looked completely wrecked—his tie was loosened, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was a mess. It was the first time I had seen him like this, so…broken.
“Robert,” I whispered under my breath, my legs moving before I could even think.
I tightened my grip on Henry and Dax’s hands, pulling them toward Robert as I approached. My feet felt heavy, like I was wading through thick mud. I didn’t want to see him like this, didn’t want to feel the weight of whatever guilt and pain was about to crash down
