It’s almost four o’clock and Victor still isn’t home.
I stand at my kitchen sink with a glass of water, pretending to stare contemplatively out the back window when really I’m just staring anxiously at the black screen of my phone, which is propped up against the window’s glass. The boys are upstairs with their tutor and others – Betas, housekeepers, Burton – bustle around the house behind me, so it’s not like I’m alone.
But still, I feel very alone without any word from my mate.
I sigh, moving my eyes from my phone and to the newly-green trees outside of the window. I know that Victor can handle himself, and that there’s nothing really that I should worry about. If it just wasn’t Amelia…
Amelia, this woman who worked so hard to destroy our lives. Half of me can’t really blame her –
