“Gloria, my old nanny called. She said Amelie came home. She saw her, Oran. Amelie’s alive, and I’m going to go see her.” Tears blurred my vision. I had to take a slow, deep breath to keep from becoming a blubbering mess. “Whoa, okay. Let’s slow down,” he said in a calm yet wary tone. “I know it seems crazy, but Gloria wouldn’t lie to me. She saw Amelie with her own eyes.” “I hear you, and we can definitely go check it out, but we do it together.” “Okay.” “I’m going to come get you. You won’t go without me, right?” “I’ll wait for you. I promise.” “Good girl. See you as soon as I can.” “Thanks, Oran,” I said softly. I heard a deep rumble over the line. “My girl’s sweet when she’s happy. I’ll have to remember that.” My teeth grazed over my bottom lip. “Hurry, please.” “And impatient,” he gru
