Amelia’s POV
I knew these trees, this driveway, all of the bricks on the façade of the manor. I knew which room sat behind every window. Even the curtains looked the same, unchanged.
Once we parked, some of the servants spilled out to help us with our luggage. Most of them, I recognized. Some had been friendly, others less so. Most just went about their business without acknowledging me at all.
That seemed to continue now. Taking our luggage, they started to split us up as we came into the estate. Eve was taken to the guest room on the first floor, while Cara and I were led upstairs.
Cara was given one of the guest rooms near the top of the stairs, but I was taken slightly further. My heart dropped as the servant opened a door I remembered well.
This was my old room.
Often, I spent
