Maxwell's POV
The next day, Kennedy and I made our way to the library's back alley at the appointed time as Peter had demanded. I could feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest.
Olivia walked beside me, her small hand gripping mine tightly. She'd insisted on coming, and nothing anyone said could change her mind. She was dressed in a pink jacket and jeans, and I could see the outline of her pepper spray canister in her pocket.
"Remember the plan," Kennedy murmured from my other side. "You and Olivia go in first. I'll circle around through the back entrance."
"What if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing's going to go wrong." He squeezed my shoulder. "Trust me."
We reached the alley entrance, and I immediately spotted the exact position where I'd been curled up yesterday, crying and broken.
Never again.
Kennedy disappeared around the corner, leaving Olivia and I to continue forward into the alley.
They were already there, waiting.
