Amelia’s POV:
The rest of the drive passes in thick silence. I catch Precious sneaking glances at me from the corner of my eye. I don’t respond, just stare straight ahead as the annoyance boils over.
The man has the nerve to blackmail me in the name of “love”. Seriously? Does he think I’m that naive? If I believe that’s what romance looks like, then my brain must be out of whack.
I adjust my breathing.
It’s a challenge not to let my rage flare up at the thought of that. But as Grandma used to say, "Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react," I’m not about to waste more energy on him.
Besides, much as I hate to admit it, he’s right about Henry.
Henry is a threat, no doubt about it. If he gets his hands on me, I can only imagine the hell he’d put me through. Maybe even forc
