AMELIA 'DECLAN'
I wish!
I didn’t know what triggered it at first. Maybe it was the quietness of the room. Maybe it was the pressure that had been sitting on my chest since I heard my father was searching for me. Or maybe it was the simple truth that no matter how far I ran, memories still followed me like shadows.
Whatever it was… I found myself thinking about a time when life wasn’t this complicated.
A time when my family wasn’t broken.
A time when my father actually smiled at me.
I sank onto my bed, closed my eyes, and the memories rushed in… soft at first, then painfully sharp.
I saw myself as a little girl, no more than six, running across the courtyard of our old home. My mother’s laughter filled the air, that warm, gentle sound I used to love more than anything. She sat on th
