Chapter 17

• Mrs. White (Amelia’s grandmother)
• Bathed in the warm glow of the early afternoon sun that filtered through the curtains, I sat comfortably in my favorite chair in the cozy sitting room, enjoying the warmth of a hot cup of coffee cradled in my hands, while the TV murmured in the background. The room had a charming feel as always, with family photos hanging on the walls and soft blankets draped over the couch, and I had spent countless hours in this space, half-watching the news.
• Casually, I flipped through the TV channels, my gaze drifting over the flickering images without much interest. That was until a familiar face appeared on the screen, and I leaned forward, adjusting my spectacles to get a clearer view.