Chapter 42: The Crisis of Amelia

That morning, I felt more burdened than ever before by the weight of everything. Staring into a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, I sat at the kitchen counter. The rumours at work were louder, the headlines were unrelenting, and my misgivings were overwhelming.

The sound of Andrew's voice cut through my fog. "We need to talk, Amelia."

When I looked up, I saw him standing in the doorway with his eyes sharp yet worried, his tie a little loose. The preceding week had been a whirlwind for him, with him battling Marcus, avoiding the press, and desperately trying to tell me that everything would be alright.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in an emotionless voice.

As always his presence was imposing, he took a step closer. "about us. About the current situation. Concerning the infant.