Chapter 221

• AMELIA’S P.O.V
• By that time, I knew I couldn’t hide anymore and I knew I needed to get out of the house. I moved on autopilot into the bathroom and got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a simple tee shirt. Clara had stuffed some clothes in the closet for me. She must have done it when I went to school and despite how exhausted and numb I was, I couldn’t help but feel some form of gratitude towards her.
• When I finally emerged from my room, Clara was at the dining table with Pamela. They were talking in hushed whispers that died the moment she saw me. They both gave me wide smiles that I tried to return but I knew it didn’t come out right. They watched me as I made my way over to the dining table and piled some pancakes onto my plate.