The taxi driver immediately softened with sympathy. "Ahh… I understand," he said kindly. "There's a small guesthouse near the old highway. Very cheap. Not many people go there."
Maxwell nodded quickly. "Perfect." As the taxi turned away from downtown traffic, Maxwell finally relaxed slightly into the seat. But only slightly. His mind was still racing.
Because everything was falling apart faster than he could control. Ruby's memories were returning. Max Byron had found the boys.
And somewhere deep down, Maxwell knew something terrifying. If Ruby fully remembered who she really was… She would never stay with him willingly again.
His eyes slowly moved toward her unconscious face. For three years, he had built an entire life around her.
A fake family. A fake marriage. A fake future. But to him, it had become real. Painfully real. He reached out slowly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You can't leave me now," he whispered quietly.
