Chapter 14

• She hadn't had the courage to tell her mother that she had married for money to a man she didn't know, and didn't even like, instead, the only information she had given her mother, was that she was meeting a man, so her visits would become less frequent. It had felt horrible, trading her mother for a man. It was just what she was doing, but not in the context she was making it out to be. Her mother, she had looked thrilled, smiling she had told her, "I hope someday I get to meet the lucky guy." Amelia had cried secretly after that, because a horrible feeling in her chest told her that that smile would eventually fade. And that not even money could save her. Seeing how her eyes were fading more and more every day was bitter, brutal for Amelia. She could not pretend to be happy when the person who had given her life was in danger of losing it at any moment.
• She had wiped her tears, said goodbye to her mother and then called her place of work, her old place of work, who had answered, it had been Fatima, who, with concern had told her: "I thought you would come to work today, but no, is everything all right? I was worried about what you said about the guy who harassed you and proposed to you..."
• Amelia had told her she was fine, only to later tell her that she had married him and would be resigning. An explosive surprise had been heard from the other line, but the barrage of questions - which Amelia knew Fatima wanted to ask - had turned to nothing when Amelia had made it clear that no one could know. "I hope you have good luck, baby; although with that man, who wouldn't?" those words had been Fatima's climactic ones, Amelia laughed as she remembered them.