“Amelia? Why are you crying?” Richard Johnson had just come downstairs after hearing some noise, and froze at the scene before him.
Sabrina sprawled out on the couch like she owned the place, while Amelia sat in a corner, quietly wiping away tears like she’d been seriously wronged.
As soon as he spoke, Sabrina turned her head, blinked, and quickly jumped into character, pretending to be concerned. “Sis, are you feeling okay?”
Eyes red, tears rolling down, Amelia sniffled and said, “Dad, I think I’ve upset Damien again… what should I do…”
Sabrina’s eyes lit up—ha, serves her right.
“You upset Damien again? Care to explain?” Richard was on his feet in a second, way too agitated to sit still.
Amelia’s shoulders trembled a little as she spoke through sniffles. “We were out
