Amelia stared at her, momentarily speechless, feeling her resolve waver as she pondered over Nora’s words.
When Amelia finally found her voice, she said quietly, "I don’t know, Nora. Maybe he’s just pretending to be the perfect one now, right?”
Nora smiled knowingly. “But I think you know, deep down, that you're wrong.”
Amelia bit her lip, avoiding Nora's eyes. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s always been good at putting on a front.”
Nora shook her head gently. “Or maybe you’re just afraid to admit that he’s changed. That he really loves you, Amelia. People make mistakes, but they also grow. He gave you what you wanted, didn’t he? Without any argument or fight. That’s not the man you always described to me.”
Amelia sighed, running a hand through her hair, her fingers trembling slig
