Amelia POV

One month later******

The teddy bear was small, worn, its fur matted from days of constant clumsy embraces. I pressed it against my chest as if it could bring her back—her laughter, her tiny footsteps, her soft curls brushing against my cheek when she hugged me goodnight. The silence of the house was unbearable without it. Without her.

It had been a month. Thirty-one days stretched like an eternity, each one heavier than the last.

I sat curled in the armchair by the ...