—AMELIA—
I locked myself away in my room for the next couple of days. I needed some time to myself and I couldn’t face anyone. Strangely, Michele respected this and he didn’t bother me; well, not too much anyway. He was worried about me and had food brought to my room when it was lunch and dinner time. His servant left it outside the door so that I wasn’t disturbed. I felt so guilty about what happened at the charity dinner and I assumed that everyone blamed me; I know I did. Everyone had a small funeral for Donte and Sandra but I didn’t go. I thought that I didn’t have the right, it was my fault they were dead and I didn’t want to disrespect them. Stupid I know, but it’s how I feel.
I opened up my laptop and distracted myself by browsing through the web. Within minutes, a new email pop
