Amelia
Damien had to stop by the office to grab some things.
I'm in the car, trying not to think about Ferdinand. Whenever I do, I feel like throwing up. I'm relieved that he's finally dead—and he is dead—but the scene was too gruesome for me. It was different when I saw those other men die, including Trevor. I don't know how, but it is. I blink again and try not to think about it. I thought watching him for would solve everything, but it's only made things worse.
He returns after half an hour. His eyes are one the entire time. They're filled with concern. He asks, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I say. I'm not fine, but that doesn't matter. He solved the problem, this shouldn't be happening. I should be fine.
He calls my name. "Amelia."
"I'm fine," I repeat. "I've just had a long
