MAXWELL’S POV
The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was beginning to shift from black to a bruised and heavy purple. While dawn was actively coming to New York City, inside the VIP suite of St. Jude’s Hospital, it felt exactly like time had stopped hours ago.
Sitting on the beige leather sofa with my body entirely rigid, moving even a fraction of an inch felt impossible. Although my left arm was completely asleep with a sharp and prickling pins-and-needles numbness starting at my shoulder and working its way down to my fingertips, shifting my weight to relieve it wasn't an option.
Moving simply couldn't happen because Andrea was fast asleep on my shoulder.
Having fought exhaustion for the first two hours by pacing the room, checking her phone every thirty seconds, and staring at
