AMELIA
"How are you doing, babe?" Malia asks, hugging me as we meet in the dining place she sent the location of. "When you didn't pick up my calls, I thought maybe you needed time." She mumbles in the embrace, and I nod, taking the seat opposite her when we pull away.
"I actually didn't look at my phone," I honestly answer, because, since the long call I had with Jake driving back with Cam, which put me in the most awkward position, I didn't even have more time for the phone. "Jake called me," I sigh and glance up from my wriggling fingers.
"What did he say?" she asks.
"He misses me. That I am who inspires him every day. He's doing this only for us; he'd be here." It was tough hearing all those things; I was speechless all the time while he talked because I knew he didn't deserve me.
