Amelia’s POV
The next morning, I woke up determined to push the interrogation and everything that happened the day before into the farthest corner of my mind. There was no point dwelling on it—not when my life was already complicated enough. I convinced myself that I had nothing to hide and nothing to fear, so why dwell on it?
Throwing on my usual work attire, I headed to my cafe, letting the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods calm my nerves. The cafe was my sanctuary, a world far removed from the chaos Richard and his family had brought into my life.
It wasn’t long before Zack walked in. The sight of him brought a smile to my face. “Detective Hargrove,” I teased, greeting him warmly. “You’re early for coffee, aren’t you?”
“Good morning to you, too,” he replied wit
