Amelia Johnson slept straight into the evening. With the golden sunset filling the room, she rubbed her eyes and turned her head. The first thing she saw was Damien Taylor’s face, which made her lips curl up into a smile.
"Amelia," Jack Mitchell couldn’t help but call out.
Only then did Amelia notice him sitting on the nearby couch. She sat up a little, surprised. "Jack, what brings you here?"
At the same time, she picked up on the odd tension hanging in the air between Damien and Jack.
Jack explained, "I saw the news and rushed over. Thank God you're alright. Things are getting really out of hand lately with people like that attacker."
Amelia nodded. "What happened to that guy, do you know?"
Jack shook his head, "Not exactly, but the law will handle it. You don’t need
