AMELIA
I woke slowly, the heavy fog that had lungs to my mind since the burial finally lifted. I lay on my back, trying to open my eyes fully, but my heavy eyelids protested.
When I finally opened them fully, the room was shrouded in a soft, dim light. I glanced around the room, furrowing my brows.
This wasn't my room.
The room was silent. Deep silent. The sheets were silkier,the mattress firmer, and the room smelled strongly of a wood and citrus mixed cologne—undeniably Conrad's. This was Conrad's room.
I used my hands to massage my temples, shutting my eyes for a moment. Instantly, I began to remember. The way I had entered Conrad's study, the uncontrollable sobs and then plunging into darkness. I had been trying to tell Conrad something….
I turned slightly, wanting to be comforta
