~ A M E L I A ~
After our small moment of being distracted, we eventually got back into focusing on researching.
Everett was reading through all the letters as well as E’s journal, trying to decipher something—anything—that we could utilise to help us. Not looking up from the book, he spoke softly, ‘Amelia?’
Sitting on the opposite end of the table, I looked up from my laptop, ‘Yeah?’
‘All those families who left the pack, you said you never managed to reach any of them, right?’
I nodded.
‘Hmm,’ he shut my birth father’s journal and stood up, ‘Something about that doesn’t seem right.’
‘I thought so, too. Why do you say that?’ I asked as I scrolled through the article about the hospital fire, wincing at the sight of the fire—those poor babies. Those poor, innocent lives lost… wh
