Chapter 17 A Heart Between The Lines

• The room was bathed in the soft light of sunset. Golden-pink rays slid across the walls, painting them with the colors of fading day. Amelia sat on the couch by the window, her bare feet pulled up beneath her, knees hugged to her chest. Her gaze lingered on the garden outside, where the wind lazily played with the rose petals.
• Damien entered without knocking — silent, yet she felt his presence instantly.
• “Are you alright?” he asked, stopping at the door.