Chapter Eight
Amelia had taken a shower, washed her hair, put on clean clothes, and had gathered the last scraps of energy she could muster to go out for a coffee down the street, only to find her regular coffee shop closed. There was no explanation posted on the door as to why, nor a reopening date. Amelia hoped it was just for today.
Since she was out and about, she decided to go for a stroll. It was a lovely late-spring day. And she needed coffee. Every coffee shop she passed—and there were quite a few in her neighborhood—she debated whether to stop and go in, but she didn’t. To her surprise, she was enjoying her walk. The fresh air. The sight of other people. The buzz of Sydney. It didn’t appall her the way it had last time she had ventured out for errands. Maybe because today she ha
