Amelia's POV
The children go to play outside. My grandmother has made us some tea, and she is busy making a cake for the children. We are sitting in the kitchen. It is always the place where I feel most comfortable talking to my grandmother. She was the only one who ever understood me, and when I was younger, I would always visit her during the holidays because she felt more like a mother to me than my mother. She was the one who taught me how to cook and bake. She was the one who taught me how to be a strong woman.
"I can see something awful happened to you. Did Lucas do something bad to you? I swear I will go over there and I will kill him with my own hands if he lifts his hands for you." My grandmother says.
"No, Grandma, he did something worse. I'm not sure if you'll believe me, but
