AMELIA’S POV.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn't confused with the way I felt. My mind was a murky pool of conflicting emotions and thoughts that couldn't let go of me no matter how much I tried to fight it off.
Yes, my family had died, and yes, I wasn't supposed to feel relief which was exactly what I felt now. It felt as if there was something beneath it, like there was a mask of grief for my family which I never truly connected with. I was trying so hard to feel something because maybe it would take away the thoughts and the nightmares I was feeling. That was the only reasonable solution I had settled on after thinking for a long while, but the problem was that I was very confused about how to even go about it. What was I supposed to do? Hurt myself or blame myself for everythi
