Chapter 209 Climbing Up To You

• "Whatever, do as you please," Amelia murmured, her tone so drained it felt like a sigh dressed up as words.
• Exhaustion clung to her like damp clothes after a storm, making even the simplest sentence feel unbearably heavy. Indeed, she was too tired to talk.
• Her mother's funeral had been set for three days from now. There would be no relatives flying in, no old friends trading stories—just a plain service stitched together quietly so Asher would never learn about it.