Wolf's words hit Abby harder than she expected. Maybe it was because of the situation she was in, locked away, uncertain, scared, that her mind kept spiraling. With nothing to do but sit and think, the questions began to pile up.
Who was Max, really? she asked herself.
Wasn't he just someone like her? Someone who had lost his parents and spent his lonely days playing video games to escape the world? That's what she had believed for so long.
But if she still thought that was the only version of Max… then maybe she'd been fooling herself.
She'd seen things, things most people would never believe. She'd seen how others looked at him. How school delinquents, hardened and feared, would show up and bow their heads like he was some kind of god. Like he wasn't just respected, but worshipped.
And then there was the fighting. She'd seen him move, seen him handle himself in ways that made it clear: this wasn't something new. Max fought like someone who had been doing it his entire life.
