Amelia's POV I was on my second cup of coffee when Helen walked into my kitchen, looked at my face, and said nothing for a full three seconds.

They had stayed at my place ever since Mama Linda passed. And I was glad to have them here.

I also dismissed my staffs temporarily and was in the kitchen these days. I'd say it was a good feeling.

"What?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She moved to the counter and helped herself to a mug. "You just look different."

"Different how."

"Rested." She poured her ...