Amelia’s POV
I was feeling restless at home. That wasn’t unusual. Since my leaving the hospital, I’d felt a type of call. It was hard to understand, but I felt like something was pulling me away from this estate. It could have been where my heart felt like home really was… But I had no way of knowing that for sure.
When the restlessness became too much, I went for walks, hoping the eventual ache in my legs would end whatever silly romantic notions lingered in my heart about some double life I might have been living before my attack.
It didn’t help that when I thought of home, sometimes images of that fantasy man from my dreams would fill my mind. I didn’t even know if that man existed. He could have been a figment of my imagination, made up in my head to help deal with my loneliness.
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