Amelia’s POV
While my body rested, my mind did not. Visions of the horror haunted my sleep. I know that John and James are already looking into how to end the war that has yet to start. I did not share how bad things will get before they end. I know they understand and that my stating how many will die isn’t needed. I stretch in bed as my eyes flutter open. Sniffing the air, I smell coffee. I crawl out of bed and check on Lexi, who still sleeps soundly. As much as I hate the thought of parting with her, I think hiding her with her grandmother might be best until the war ends. Who knows how long it will be until I see her again if I do this.
Picking her up, I squeeze gently, giving her all the love a hug can. Tears fall onto her blanket as I cry. I carry her into the kitchen to discuss
