I step into my office after another grueling day in court. Those old hags seem to have a knack for making my life more stressful than it needs to be. My gaze falls upon Amelia, curled up in the brown armchair by the window, utterly engrossed in a book resting on her lap. The soft golden rays of the setting sun filter through the glass, bathing her in a warm glow that accentuates the gentle curves of her face. She hasn’t even noticed my arrival, so lost is she in the words before ...