Amelie’s POV

When we arrived home at noon, Kimmy & Morgan were already at the penthouse. They were up on the roof with Dante and Dutton, enjoying the pool.

“Amelie!” Kimmy shouted out. “Get your bathing suit on and come join us.”

“I can’t go swimming,” I pointed at my head. “Stitches.”

“What?” Kimmy gasped and climbed out of the pool.

“I slipped on the stairs and hit my head,” I advised.

“Ouch, you need to be more careful,” Morgan said from the pool.

“I might ...