Chapter 160 Wd

• Amelia's POV
• Now, the evening found us gathered around the kitchen island, a makeshift dinner table since the formal dining room felt far too vast and cavernous for the three of us.
• I stirred the pasta sauce simmering in a pot on the stove, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon a welcome distraction from the awkward silence between Eddie and me. Every time I caught his gaze, it felt like a jolt of electricity sparking through my veins. His eyes, usually so cool and collected, held a hint of something deeper – confusion, perhaps, or a flicker of mirroring my own turmoil.