Penelope POV

My eyes grew wide as I observed Max standing there with a gun in his hands.

Beside him lay his deceased mother, a victim of a gunshot wound to the heart. She was sprawled out, her eyes wide open, fixed on her son.

Max glared at her unmoving body.

“I love… you,” Eve managed to choke out before closing her eyes, lifeless.

All eyes were on Max, who stood there trembling, his gaze locked on the gun, even after his mother’s eyes had shut. Then, he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

He was oblivious to the presence of anyone else in the room.

“Max, you didn’t have to do...