DAMIAN
I knew Anton was watching me. I turned a little in my seat to see him actually doing that. I sighed. I supposed I was being very obvious. Something was bothering me and try as I might, I couldn't shake it off.
"Ah. I knew you would finally get to it," Anton said lightly the moment I opened my mouth.
In no mood for any form of levity, I waved off his words.
"Something is wrong with Amelia," I said. "But I can't just figure out what it is. It's not for lack of trying."
"Ah." Anton said again as he took one leg off the top of the table in my office. "This... problem of yours must have a root, does it not?"
"Yeah. Well..." I thought back to the dinner we had with Anton and Queenie days ago. That day had changed everything. "The other day she threw up and the first thing that came
