Amelia's POV

The pale sun light of morning slowly made its way into my small apartment through the curtains.

As I lay awake, I stared at the ceiling where dim patterns of light moved.

My heart was still weighed down by what Barbara had told me yesterday and at first it had been difficult for me to sleep.

A thorn stuck deep in my chest as the memory of Barbara's words and her stoic expression came through my mind even though I had tried to push it away.

Maxwell and Kourtney too, enjoying ...