The conversation I had with Miller still lingered in my mind, and I was hungry to know what had happened between him and his family. This wasn't about feeding my curiosity, I wanted to know, so I could think of a way to make him be at peace with his family.
I was in his room, lying beside him, but my back turned to him. According to Eliza, the housekeeper, she didn't prepare a room for me because she believed newly wedded are supposed to sleep in the same bedroom.
I would have been grateful to her if Miller had been in a good mood, but he wasn't. Now, I was stuck under the duvet, his foul mood threatened to envelop me. I, on the other hand, was still mad at him, but I understand that he had his reasons even if the reasons weren't genuine.
"Amelia," I heard my name, but it was as fain
