AMELIA
Conrad didn't even glance up from his plate, his spoon clinking gently against the glass plate. Had he not heard me? Or was he ignoring me?
He stood abruptly, the screeching of his chair echoing in the room, and turned to leave. Every instinct screamed at me to stop him, to demand answers for the incident that happened, for the scream, but I couldn't. My feet somehow remained glued to the floor.
He ascended the staircase and disappeared into the hallway without a single word. I stood there, my heart sinking.
Why was I so worried about him? Or perhaps, it was because of the scream and I thought my life would be in danger at some point? What exactly was going on?
Conrad's father was also nowhere to be seen. He must have returned to his house this morning.
Just then, Mr Colton e
