My mother-in-law and husband were sitting in the waiting room. Neither of them started a conversation. First, Sebastian was scrolling on his phone while his mum was stealing glances at what he was doing on his phone.
After a few minutes of glances, her son didn't pay attention to her, and she asked, “Will Amelia be fine?
“Of course. Father said that as well.” He answered without taking his eyes off his phone.
My mother-in-law, who was playing with her nails but lost in thought, looked at me. She had to admit there was something about me that made her terrified.
“Amelia…” she murmured, squeezing her fingers. “I don't like the way she looks at me.”
“Amber?
She turned around, following the familiar voice. Instantly, she smiled when she saw it was her husband, Charles Blackwell. He had j
