Amelia’s POV
I held myself together until I stepped outside of Stacy’s room. Then, as soon as I cleared that threshold, a wave of emotions crashed down over me.
There were too many to fully discern which were the ones affecting me most.
I was worried for Stacy, saddened by the heartache Amelia must have had to endure, empathetic for everything Damien was going through, hurt by his rejection, and furious at Claire for being at the center of it all.
The emotions were a whirlwind, and I was caught inside. With so many, I had trouble processing all of it.
Fortunately, I saw Sienna standing there and went to her, eager to be near a friendly face. Sienna was my sister. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but she was still with me through thick and thin. That was what sisters did for each othe
