Amelia got out of her mother's car and trudged towards the house. It had been quite an afternoon but, she felt a little less shaken. Seeing Tristan at the banquet was somewhat therapeutic for her since it made her feel she was ready to really let him and her past go. Well, with the stunt he pulled in the hallway, she had an iron-clad reason to really move on.
Was she going to speak to him? Never.
She no longer needed validation. She did not need his explanation when it’s quite obvious that he wanted more than “talking” if ever they were to be alone together. She felt chills down her spine as she remembered where his hands had been. Finally, the incident during the banquet had put her thing with Clark into a clearer perspective.
The thing. Amelia mused as she climbed up the stairs to he
