*Jim*
I can’t sleep. I can hear the cars on the road below us, driving around even though it’s two in the morning. Too much light is coming through the blinds from the city around us. I want Emmy to be comfortable, always, but I truly hate it here.
A sweet snore pulls me from my thoughts about the city and back to the woman beside me. It’s the slightest sound, but it makes me smile. My Amelia. She told me things last night that hurt to hear. It’s not necessarily my pride, and I don’t care how many men she’s slept with, but it bothers me how she did so just because she needed to feel wanted. She let so many use her, just trying to make herself better.
She’s mentioned her therapist a few times, so I know she’s had some help to work through everything that Avery girl did to her, bu
