Amelia’s POV
Nervously, I shuffled on my feet, standing in Jake’s office. Jake had offered for me to sit down, but as no one else was sitting, I felt uncomfortable being the only one and chose to stand.
With this topic, I was too anxious to sit anyway.
Amelia. That name sounded familiar, though it took me a few minutes to place it. Where had I heard it before?
Then, I realized. That day six years ago, when I had gone to the Church of the Moon Goddess, they had been having a funeral. A funeral for Amelia.
Now they were going to tell me about it? Why here? Why now? Why six years later?
What could they possibly have to say about this now that they couldn’t tell me back then?
“If you would sit down,” Jake offered again.
Again, I refused. “Please, just tell me what you need me to know.”
