Amelia.
I didn’t remember falling asleep.
One minute I had been sitting at Nathaniel’s kitchen island with a warm cup of tea between my hands while exhaustion dragged painfully at my body, and the next, I was opening my eyes beneath a soft gray blanket with complete disorientation clouding my mind.
For several seconds, I just stared upward in confusion.
Soft golden lights still glowed faintly around the penthouse. Quiet jazz music drifted through the air somewhere in the background, low and smooth enough to almost lull me back to sleep again. The tea beside me had gone cold.
Then reality returned all at once.
Daniel.
Noah.
The divorce papers.
The rain.
Being thrown out of my own home like I was disposable.
Pain tightened sharply inside my chest, stealing the remaining warmth fro
