Amelia
When all of this is over, I'll demand answers. I have to know who Ferdinand Cooper really is, and why she left years ago with Aaron, why she hid her pregnancy from him. I have the right to know, don't I? How will I protect myself from him when I don't even know what I'm dealing with?
We return to the apartment and the driver escorts us upstairs. Neither of us refuse; we're too exhausted to even speak. He opens the door for us and we step inside. The maid rushes towards us, informing us that lunch is served.
"We're not hungry," I say when my mother walks towards her room, ignoring her. "Thank you."
I think of going after her, but I decide against it. I sit on the couch and rub my temples. This pressure is starting to get to me. The worst part of all this is how alone I feel. E
