Amelia POV

The holiday was over.

As I packed my suitcase, I murmured to myself, “It was good… and bad.”

Good because, for three days, I was free from Rebecca’s cruel taunts, her icy stares, and the suffocating weight of living under her roof. Bad because Maxwell’s words from last night still echoed in my mind, leaving a lingering sense of dread.

Victoria was back. A woman from his past.

And if there was one thing I’d learned about her, it was that she didn’t just disappear. She ...