Chapter 57: A Little Freaked OutOn Friday morning of that week, we bundled up against the bone-chilling cold—it was so cold, it hurt to breathe, or at least I thought so; Jackson and Tony didn’t seem to notice—and drove through the frigid streets to pick up Amelia, who had a lot more belongings than Tony.
Ruby Miller held Amelia’s hand as we stood in the foyer, the car packed, papers signed, an uncertain future waiting.
Amelia had been very quiet. With a pang, I noticed silent tears coursing down her cheeks as we prepared to leave.
“You must be a little freaked out,” I said softly, trying to catch her eye.
She rubbed absently at her tears, did not answer.
“Would you rather wait and go some other day?” Jackson suggested. “If you’re not ready, that’s okay. But today is Friday and the we
