CHAPTER FIFTY
“Hello, sir.”
“Hello, Mrs Massimo. How are you holding up?”
“Amelia, it’s fine,” I say, steadying my voice. “I’m good and sorry I haven’t reached out. I’ve been… adjusting to married life.”
“I understand,” he replies, kind but direct. “But your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed. Clients have been asking for you.”
My grip tightens around the phone.
“Mr. Lawson, I apologize for not returning sooner. I was actually planning to come into the office to properly—”
I stop.
The words die in my throat.
Am I really about to walk away from the one place where I am still just Amelia?
“Amelia?” his voice cuts in gently. “Are you there?”
I cough and stand up, pretending to go grab water, because I don’t want Sophia to hear what I’m about to say."
As soon as I get into the kitchen,
