Amelia woke up in the middle of the night, thirst dragging her back from sleep.
Her temples throbbed dully, and her throat felt parched.
Instinctively, her hand reached out beside her.
Simon wasn't there.
She was pretty sure he had come back earlier.
Probably went back out again.
Amelia let out a bitter chuckle, got up, and headed to the kitchen for some water.
As she stepped out, she noticed him standing on the balcony.
In the hazy night, his tall frame looked striking, but there was a heavy loneliness about him.
Something was bothering him.
Amelia could tell in an instant.
She didn't ask, didn't try to figure it out. The only person who could stir him like this... well, that had to be Vivian.
She quietly walked into the kitchen, poured herself a glas
