Chapter 229
- Amelia’s POV
- I stood at the kitchen counter, stirring the pot of soup absentmindedly. The aroma filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the unease that had been growing in my chest for weeks. Richard wasn’t the same.
- He’d always worked late before, but this felt different. He wasn’t just at the office—he was somewhere else entirely. Even when he was home, he was distant, like his mind was a million miles away.