The kitchen smelled faintly of garlic and thyme as Amelia bustled about, rinsing dishes and wiping down the counter. It had been a long day, her body tired, but the silence in the house weighed more heavily than the chores on her hands. She sighed, pulling her hair back into a messy bun just as her phone lit up on the bar. She glanced at the screen. "Mom." Her heart softened a little. She quickly dried her hands with a towel and answered. "Hi, Mom," she said, trying to mask the fatigue in her voice. "My child," Mrs. Harlow's gentle tone came through the line, a balm Amelia hadn't known she needed. "How are you?" Amelia let out a soft laugh, one that didn't reach her soul. " I'm getting by. " "You're getting by," her mother repeated, her voice heavy with concern. "Amelia, you don't sound well. What's going on between you and Adrian, again?" He just called me. Amelia stiffened and pressed her lips together. “Of course he did. ” “Don’t be so hard on me, honey. He sounded devast
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