Chapter-21
Third person's POV-
Like every morning, this morning was also no different, but the thing which was disturbing was Amelia was not at the table, nor at the kitchen, she was in her room, sleeping, maybe.
Xavier placed the pancakes on the dining table, he felt that he should make up for yesterday. He was ready for office, in his crisp white shirt, blue tie and blue office pants, sleeves rolled up to elbows and went upstairs, damn! Why are there so many stairs, he thought to himself. He was about to knock, is there something left for me to see? He asked himself, then smiling pushed the door open, Amelia sat on the bed, sweating, she looked up as the noise was not silent. And wiped the sweat. The bags under her eyes indicated many things, but could anyone point out. No one can. Sm
