Amelia immediately pulled out her phone. She dialed Nerissa — once, twice — only to be met with silence again. Her brow furrowed, worry returning like a familiar ache. She bit her lip, then dialed Beryl instead.
“Sister-in-law?” Beryl answered.
"Brother Beryl," Amelia said quickly. "I'm with Ms. Fedora. Nerissa hasn't answered me. Is she with you?"
"Yes," he replied. "I'll hand Nerissa the phone."
Amelia exhaled in relief, then added, "Brother Beryl, I told Ms. Fedora about Nerissa's trauma. She agreed to meet her to cheer her up. Why don't you bring Nerissa to the hotel? We'll wait for you."
There was a brief pause, then Beryl's voice softened. "That sounds wonderful. She'll be happy. I'll bring her."
"Then we'll wait at the coffee shop," Amelia said, hope returning.
"Thank you, Si
