Amelia’s POV
As I arrived at Ms. Fernando’s house that afternoon when she invited me to her house, I locked the car and started to walk to the door. The house was a bungalow that sited on the end of the street, looking nice and recently painted.
Or at least, the white paint seemed fresh from the end of the walkway where I was. I got to the door and knocked, and soon the door was ripped open.
“I’m sorry I came earlier.” That was the first thing I said to Ms. Fernando when she opened the door, and I pushed to her to wrap my arms around her for a hug, then I pulled back. She had told me last night right after asking for a day off today to come by two thirty, but this was two twenty.
I had left the office earlier, thinking that I didn’t want to get here late, but I had ended up arriving e
