Amelia's POV
I pull myself to my feet, with difficulty, ripping the dinner gown from my body and throwing on a night dress I find at the top of the folded pile in my closet. Replacing the shoes with slippers, I dash out of my room to his room but I find Rachel instead, and she's the only one that isn't looking at me like I'm a sinner.
Well, nobody is. Because all the blame has been heaped on Miguel's shoulders.
All of his things are gone, except the last suitcase that Rachel is pulling out of the room.
"Can you give me that?" I say but it comes out as a croak because my voice is gone from screaming and crying.
"Are you sure? Ruby–" She asks and I nod
"I have ten minutes to say goodbye." I tell her and when she nods, turning around to begin changing the sheets.
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