Maxwell's POV
I started moving toward the water, but my father took a step to the side, blocking my path.
"Maxwell… let her go…"
"MOVE!" I shouted, throwing him a hard punch across the face.
He stumbled backwards, holding his jaw as blood spilled from his lips.
He looked at me for a second, his eyes filled with pure hate and cruelty before he took to his heels.
He ran down the beach in the opposite direction, his form quickly swallowed by the rain and darkness.
Every instinct screamed at me to chase him. To get answers. To understand how he was alive, why he'd faked his death, why he was trying to kill Olivia.
But Olivia was in the ocean.
Olivia was drowning.
And that was the only thing that mattered.
I spun back toward the water, my hands already reaching for my jacket, tearing it off and throwing it to the sand. My shoes followed. My phone - I yanked it from my pocket and tossed it onto my discarded jacket.
