Chapter 93

• CHAPTER 93 MIXED FEELINGS
• Andrew
• From the moment I saw her at the trial, hand in hand with that imposing Arab, I knew Amelie was no longer mine to claim. I had to come to terms with it. The days that followed were hell, and they still were. Yet, even as her decisions tore me apart inside, I had to respect them. But seeing her there at that birthday party, glowing, magnificent, with her new look—radiating a maturity and strength I’d never seen in her before—it felt as if something inside me broke. Every furtive glance she cast my way sparked a mix of nostalgia and bitterness. She wasn’t completely indifferent to me, that much was clear, but I wished she would give me some logical explanation for everything she’d put me through. But of course, it was Amelie Mackenzie. What could I possibly ask of her? She owed no one anything, especially not respect.