Placing the tea bags into the mugs, I realise how good this feels. Of course we have bigger things that we need to talk about, but I just want to talk to her again. That's one of the things I've definitely missed the most, is not having someone to talk to at the end of the day.
"And your mum? Is she okay?" Amelia asks, her voice full of hope.
"She's great. I've actually been spending quite a bit of time with her these last few months" I shrug my shoulders and pour the hot water into the mugs.
"I know, I listened to the voicemails you send me" Her voice is suddenly just above a whisper, her words laced with sadness. "They help me sleep; your voice, it was always so soothing" She adds as I look up at her. Her head hangs low as her eyes stay focused on her knees, her hair hanging around
