Amelia
“What do you mean you don’t know?” my dad’s voice came sharp over the phone. “You told us the reason you moved in with him was because he promised to help. It’s been three weeks, Amelia, and we haven’t seen a single change or any sign of what he’s done.”
I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. “I’m working on it, Dad,” I said quietly. “I promise you, you will start seeing changes soon.” Even as the words left my mouth, my heart sank. I had no real hope at the moment, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit that.
There was a brief silence on the other end before he spoke again. “You need to find a solution,” he said firmly. “We can’t just sit back and watch everything we have built fall apart.”
“I understand,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Be careful,” he added, his
