Amelia’s POV.

Barbara wiped the blood from her split lip with the back of her hand, her eyes filled with nothing but contempt.

Then she sneered at us tilting her chin up in defiance. She walked confidently toward the door without saying another word.

Aunt Margot called after her, her voice full of emotion. “Barbara.”

But Barbara had already left. Aunt Margot took a tentative step forward to go after her but she stumbled.

“Aunt Margot!”

I hurried to her, holding her arms ...