Amelia POV
I take a deep breath of the evening air and sigh, still surprised at how content I feel here. My life is a mess right now, and I’m still afraid Damien could come barging in at any moment to take me back. And yet I feel safe around Jake’s family in a way I just can’t explain.
“Things are so much different here,” I tell Jake.
I’ve been at his family’s house for three weeks now, and as I recover from my exhaustion and the injuries caused by the attack in the woods, I realize more than just my body is healing.
“What do you mean?” he asked. We’ve fallen into the habit of sitting out here on the porch in the evening, telling each other about our days or just sitting in comfortable silence.
I especially love how easily and casually Jake tells me about his day. I feel like I’m comi
