AMELIA
My fingers tremble uncontrollably on my lap as Nickolas and I sit in the car, the anticipation and dread swirling within me like a storm. After so many days apart, I can barely contain my eagerness to see my parents again.
Nickolas gives my trembling hand a reassuring squeeze. “Everything is going to be alright, I promise.” His words soothe my frayed nerves like a salve, and I tighten my grip, drawing strength from his presence.
“I hope so,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
“We are here,” the driver announces, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
Nickolas steps out first, then walks to my side, pulling the door open. I take a deep, steadying breath before accepting his outstretched hand. The crisp autumn air carries the familiar scents of fallen leaves and pine, evo
