The morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of Amelia’s small bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room. But the warmth of the sun did nothing to ease the chill creeping into her chest as she sat up, stretching slightly before reaching for her phone.
It had become a habit—waking up early, checking the news, scrolling through social media. Not because she cared about the world’s happenings, but because distractions were the only thing keeping her sane these days.
It had been weeks since she quit her arrangement with Andrew Best. Weeks of silence, of trying to rebuild the pieces of her life. And yet, here she was—still stuck.
Amelia let out a slow sigh as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, her heart weighed down by the same suffocating feeling that had lingere
