Sorry that this is a short chapter for you guys. Bit of a filler. x
|| Amelia ||
I don't know whether to thank Angie or blame her. Thank her for giving me something to dig into, something that will keep me occupied for weeks. I need a plan. I need a plan that will get us out of here. I need a way of telling her that I'm here, alive, and a way to demand answers of her.
But then I also have the choice to blame her for giving me an extraordinarily sticky situation. There's no way out of this prison, this cell. If I want to get word to her, I'll have to find some other way.
My head still spins with the revelation of her presence. All those months ago, when I saw her name written delicately in Josh's hand on that piece of paper, and all that time ago when I ran through the trees, desperate to warn her of what would happen if she got onto that truck, furious at myself for not realising sooner, all those thoughts and memories wash over me.
And so I sit down on my creaky bed with flat pillows and scratchy blankets to think. I need to pour over things, muse over ideas.
It's like that time in Josh's house. I'd started planning right from the beginning. Shaking my head slightly, I try not to remind myself of how it all backfired and I ended up leading Josh to my own home, which led to everything else like its own game of dominoes.
That's what this is. A game of dominoes. And I have to be careful about where I place myself because I could come crashing down at any moment.
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FantasyTHE SECOND BOOK IN THE WINTER HAS COME SERIES! Amelia Harris is trapped. As the prison cell taunts her and the cuffs rub her wrists raw, only her memories are still alive. The face of a boy with chocolate eyes still haunts her dreams. A few kilomet...
