Amelia
“I just saw that tramp kissing that man,” Clarence angrily accuses as I cry into Ezra’s chest.
His hand strokes my back as I sob. I look up at him, unable to speak. A soft smile spreads onto his face, “What do you mean, Father?” Ezra grumbles.
“What do you think I mean, Ezra?” Clarence grunts. “She kissed that man,” He repeats.
I peel my face away from Ezra’s now soaked shirt to see Jude standing down the hall with a sheepish grin. I glare at him as I feel the betrayal. I had stupidly thought he was just my friend.
“Amelia,” Ezra says my name.
I look up at him again, and I still can’t speak and only blubber some more.
“Come on,” He wraps his arm around me and steers me away from Clarence and Jude. Ezra pulls out his phone and sends a text to someone. He takes me into an em
