Avery's POV
I sat on the floor with Max holding me down. I wanted to kill someone. They killed him, and I was going to kill them.
"Avery, you have to stop. We don't know for sure that he is dead. They could be f*****g with us," Max said, and I heard his words, but they didn't make sense. I saw the photo, he was dead. They had beaten him and then drowned him.
"Let go," I screamed at him.
"Not until you agree to not attack anyone again."
"Fine." I huffed, but it was empty. I would totally attack someone. I needed my husband.
"I'm going to let go, but if you so much as try anything, I will drug you myself, and you will stay that way until we have this figured out."
"Fine, just get the f**k off me."
He got off me, and before I could even set up, he had me in his arms hugging
