Amelia lay awake in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, but she didn’t care. She was far too restless. The quiet of her room felt oppressive tonight, each tick of the clock amplifying the chaos inside her head. Thoughts swirled in endless loops, each one more confusing than the last.
Henry. He was the center of her universe, the one constant in her life. She loved him with everything she had, and no matter how much time passed, nothing seemed to change that fact. She had made a promise to him—no, to herself—that she would always be there for him, that he would never feel second best. He was her world, her responsibility, her joy. Every sacrifice she made, every choice she’d ever been forced to face, had been for him. He was the reason she had let go of relationships in the past,
