CONRAD
I sat up straight on my chair, glancing at her. Her face was white, like the blood was drained from them. She was pale. Her face, everything. She looked weak, visibly. I hadn't properly seen her face since we returned, and the sight was disturbing.
I rose quickly, leaving my desk and striding towards her. “Amelia, are you okay?"
The question was unnecessary. Clearly, she wasn't okay. She didn't answer. She took a step forward, her lips quivering. Her head was faced down, as she took another shaky step forward.
Then, she broke.
A ragged sob escaped from her mouth. The silent composure she had maintained since the cemetery shattered into a thousand pieces.
Surprise seized me. Her sudden cry made panice surge through me. I reached out my hand, gently placing it on her shoulder.
