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Chapter 27

Amelia's p.o.v;

In the home,

I went straight to the storage room as soon as I got inside the house. I turned on the lights and began rummaging through each rack in search of anything connected to my parents. On the racks, there were a large number of boxes. The boxes contained trash and outdated appliances. Why don't they dispose of the unnecessary items? Why are these being stacked here? Since there were so many items and I wasn't sure what I was looking for, searching was challenging.

I knocked over several boxes when I stood up, and everything in the box dropped to the ground. Sh*t!

I knelt down and began collecting up the items I had dropped, and I discovered photos of my mother in a school uniform. I took them one at a time and saw those images. She placed her school pictures in these bins for what reason? Doesn't she need to store these things in a more secure location?

I came across a picture that confused me when I was choosing the images. My mom and that girl looked close in the photograph. I recognized the face of the girl who was with my mum. I retained the box from where it fell and took the picture with me while rearranging other items within.

I carried the photo out of the storage space and made my way to the living room.

"Amelia, when did you get back home?"

I hid the photograph behind me as soon as I heard Ace's voice.

"Few moments ago."

I tried to go upstairs while concealing the photo behind me.

Ash, "Why didn't you tell me before that you were visiting my college today?"

"I didn't understand till I entered your college. Your campus is really large, why? I spent ten minutes looking for the auditorium after getting lost on the campus. Thank God your friend came to my aid. I would have circled your University until now if he hadn't arrived."

He responded with a smile, "He is always that way. How come you didn't wait for me? I mean, we could have gotten together at home, right?"

"I needed to finish some work so I departed early for that reason."

"Okay."

After entering my room, I closed the door behind me.

I pulled the picture from my pocket and examined it. Who is the girl standing next to my mother? Why does her face look recognisable yet I can't place it? Is she somewhere I saw her? What makes it possible? This image was captured many years ago. She would be my mother's age right now.

I tucked the photo away in my backpack and went outside to play my guitar. Every time Andrew is feeling depressed and uncertain, I catch him playing his cello. Let's use his approach. I stopped playing, but my thoughts were still jumbled. I believe it just functions for him. Not right.

I set my guitar aside and lied down on the mattress.

I eventually heard someone knock on my door. I got out of bed and unlocked the door.

"Why didn't you join me for dinner downstairs?"

"I lost my appetite, brother" ,I replied as I lay on the bed.

He sat next to me and inquired, "What took place? Since returning home, you haven't looked at me. Is something bothering you?"

"I'd like a hug." I said as I widely opened my arms to him.

He approached me, hugged me, and inquired, "Are you okay?" as we were still in the embrace.

I questioned, "I'm frightened, brother," and nodded.