Amelia woke up and sat up on the couch. She looked around the living room and let out a heavy sigh.

Fred wanted her to sleep in one of his rooms but she refused. For some reason, she didn’t want to feel comfortable. Not after what she saw.

Soon, the aroma of scrambled eggs filled her filled the air and her nostrils. She knitted her brows and looked at the kitchen. She knew Fred was at it again.

She stood up and dragged her feets on the tiles to the ...