Amelia’s POV
I welcomed my parents and Jake into the house. Together we went into the living room where I sat between Mom and Dad on the couch, with Jake nearby on the arm chair.
Damien followed us inside but he gave us a wide berth, walking down to his office while avoiding the living room entirely.
My feelings for him were currently something of a confused jumble, but I was grateful for the space he was giving us so that we could work out the differences between us. Surely Damien must have told them about how much I remembered now. They must have talked about wanting to apologize.
Conversations like these were always difficult to start however, so for a time, we just sat there, glancing at each other somewhat awkwardly. No one seemed to know how to begin.
Mom finally started. “Ameli
