AMELIA
My mother turned to face Conrad, smiling. “Okay," she said, her voice surprisingly calm after her outburst. She walked past Conrad, shooting me one last piercing glance, before exiting the room.
I sighed, turning to face the other side of the room. I hurriedly wiped the tears off my face, in fear of Conrad seeing it.
Conrad stepped inside the room, his presence filling the space my mother had just left. He closed the door quietly behind him, walking closer to where I stood.
He face was solid, no emotion evident. My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard. Maybe he was here to confront me about coming home late. Two confrontations in less than an hour. I hoped he wouldn't bring it up.
He stood before me, his gaze unwavering. “You came home late," he said, his voice low—a tone tha
