Amelia wandered into the kitchen to get some water. She needed a long hot bath but first, she fished her phone and dialed Kate's number. She waited a couple of rings before Kate answered, her voice hoarse and dry. Amelia knew she had been crying.
"How are you holding up?" She asked her best friend.
"Oh- you know- crying and imagining different ways to m**m your brother." Kate sniffled through the phone.
"Anything I can help you with?" Amelia offered. She began walking up to her bedroom.
"I don't know. I feel so wretched and brokenhearted..." Kate sobbed into the phone.
"Oh, Kate! I’m so sorry I blurted it out like that!” Amelia whispered back, her heart constricting with pain. "I'm sure Mark didn't mean what he said. He was just really angry and not in his right mind. Don't give up o
