After the conversation in the study, Amelia and her father returned to the dining room.
The atmosphere had lightened again.
Curt was already halfway through another plate of food while Flora complained that he ate like a starving animal.
Their mother rolled her eyes affectionately.
Amelia sat back down and finished breakfast with them, feeling warmth spread through her chest again.
For the first time in a long while, she felt safe.
After breakfast, Curt suddenly clapped his hands.
“Alright, mission time.”
Flora grinned.
“Shopping.”
Amelia blinked.
“Shopping?”
Curt pointed at her dramatically.
“You’re leaving the country for years. Obviously, you need things.”
Flora grabbed Amelia’s arm.
“And we’re helping.”
Amelia laughed softly.
Her father had already arranged everything
