AMELIA
I woke up gasping. My heart was racing. I could barely breathe in anger. That son of a b***h killed me.
And the dream was real. How was it even possible? I could smell him all over me. I still felt everything, the ripples of pleasure, and the wetness between my legs.
“Shit.” I got up from bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. My body was still shaking in anger. Once I was done, I changed to my old clothes and grabbed my things.
AMELIA: Dad, can you do something for me?
DAD: Of course, honey. Name it.
AMELIA: Can you pull up records of Amelia Celine Reidshaw and Alexander Lucius Whitmann? Please, don’t ask. I love you, Dad. Thanks.
I called Ryden on the way.
“Hey, ‘bug.” He sounded like he was sleeping, his voice groggy.
“Oh, s**t. I’m sorry to wake you up.”
“It
