Maxwell’s POV
It suddenly dawned on me that I had never truly taken the time to understand Laura’s struggles—the depth of the trauma she had endured. I turned to look at her sleeping beside me, but I couldn’t tell if her sleep was peaceful.
Laura had always been one to hide certain truths, but she had never lied—not without reason. Everything she’d told me made sense, yet it was still so hard to believe. Still, I owed her my understanding. She needed me more than ever.
I laid beside her and wrapped my arms around her waist, wanting her to feel safe and secure. It was an opportunity to express myself, and I took it.
“I’m sure you thought the ‘L’ meant Laura,” I whispered, letting my breath brush her neck. “But it actually means *love.* I’ve always loved you, L, and I always will. I know
