Atlas's pov
Amelia and I were sitting in my room, having an intense conversation about everything that had unfolded during her unexplained absence.
While we were engrossed in our exchange, I left my mother in the living room with the officers who had come to learn about Amelia's situation. My father had just returned from work and joined them to offer his insights.
Initially, the officers seemed reluctant to allow Amelia into my room, perhaps concerned for her safety or the sensitive nature of her circumstances. However, my father intervened, offering his reassurance to put their doubts to rest.
My curiosity was piqued, especially after I noticed her luggage in the corner of the room, and I couldn't help but wonder about the story behind it.
Despite my burning curiosity, I respected
