Amelia
"And you're sure you're alright?" My mother asks me. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you?"
We started talking again. In the past year, I've visited her about six times and she came here once. She doesn't like this city and I don't blame her for it. If it weren't for Damien, I'd hate it too. I told her about Ferdinand and how he hadn't really died and she was spooked for weeks. But I assured her that this time he was dead, that I watched his face practically fall apart.
About Ethan, well, she never told me what they talked about. She didn't want to and I stopped pushing after a while. I didn't want to upset her, but sometimes it makes me wonder if he was rude to her. I wouldn't like that one bit, so maybe that's why she didn't tell me? She doesn't want me to argue with him
