*Knock knock—*
“Sis, you asleep yet?”
Amelia had just come out from a shower, towel in hand. She glanced at her phone—still no text from Damien Taylor. Her mood took another nosedive, only to be greeted by Sabrina Johnson’s voice outside her door.
“What is it?” she asked while opening the door.
Seriously? Was the drama earlier not enough?
Sabrina had wiped off her earlier sobs like water off glass. With a bright smile, she strolled in as if nothing ugly had gone down. “Nah, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier.”
Sorry?
Amelia raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-bored. “Forget it. Grace was right—you’re still young, don’t know much. Can’t really blame you.”
Sabrina clearly didn’t like hearing that, but she had to force a smile to keep up the act.
“Amelia,” sh
