Amelia’s POV
After spending the afternoon with Ollie, I came home and went straight to my room to finish to some work. About an hour or so later of just staring at the screen of my iPad and computer, I decided to go downstairs to go grab myself an apple or so. Anything to keep my mind from wandering again.
Oh, yes. You guessed right, I was thinking about Luke, again.
I should be concentrating on work, but nothing seemed to be working, and I haven't felt this blocked and unable to come up with something nice in months, until now.
In the kitchen, Ms. Fernando was wrapping up and getting ready to leave, but once she saw me walk in, she walked to me.
“Mrs. Whitlock,” she called.
I looked at her with worried eyes. “Is something wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. I just need to as
