Amelia POV.
After the confrontation with my dad and uncle this morning, I have decided I am going for a walk. Well, I say walk. I’m not heading outside, only downstairs. I need to walk more to help me heal. So laying in bed all day is not going to help.
I make it downstairs and head to the kitchen and find my mom sitting next to the island drinking her coffee. She looks deep in thought.
“What are you doing down here?” she asks as she stands and walks to me. She takes my hand and leads me to the seat next to the island and I sit down. Sweet baby Jesus, just walking down the stairs, took it out of me.
“I need to move mom, I can’t just sleep all day.” I say to her and she nods her head at me and then busies herself in the kitchen, making me a drink and getting me something to eat.
“Mom,
