Amelia's phone rang incessantly, the sound echoing through the luxurious hotel suite. But she didn't stir, lost in a deep sleep, her body wrapped in the arms of Uncle Smith.

The suite was lavish, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The bedroom was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the persistent ringing of Amelia's phone.

Uncle Smith's arms held her close, his chest rising and falling with ...