Amelia POV

The walls were too tight. The house is too silent.

Even when it wasn’t.

Rebecca’s voice still echoed in my head, thick with venom and victory. That card, now folded neatly in my coat pocket, felt like a thousand bricks pulling at my spine.

I needed air. I needed to clear my head a little. Maybe a little walk would help.

I didn’t tell anyone. Just slipped out through the back gate, my coat pulled close, the collar up against my chin. The morning chill bit at my skin, but I ...