Chapter 12 Confronting The Past
- Amelia’s POV
- I stand outside my mother’s apartment building, staring at the chipped paint and trying to find courage I don’t have. Three weeks of cheerful texts and deflected calls. Three weeks of lying.
- The stairs to the third floor feel endless. The hallway smells like it always has—cleaning solution and desperation, the scent of barely getting by that I thought I’d escaped forever.