Amelia’s POV

There’s a kind of silence that follows that long cry and tears.

A quiet chill that settles into your bones like the cold after a fire’s gone out. Your body tries to remember what normal used to feel like, but everything feels off.

That was my morning.

This time no crying. Just silence.

I slipped into my black silk blouse, the one with a sharp collar and gold buttons, and tucked it neatly into my high-waisted trousers. My heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as I ...