Even with my tampering, Amelia was still remembering things.
“She might be confined to house arrest, but she could still remember everything at any moment,” I said. “Without those appointments, I can’t even keep tabs on her.”
Claire huffed harshly, loud enough to crackle through the phone. “You are such a coward. Even now. Even after everything you’ve done, and you aren’t innocent, by the way.”
“I’m doing everything I can,” I insisted.
“Are you?” Claire scoffed. “Yes, Amelia can’t leave the house, which would be a problem if you weren’t a member of that family. Just go there, Sienna. Get in that house and keep her from remembering.”
I realized then that yes, I had been missing the most obvious plan. But, at the same time, it was one maybe I had been avoiding on purpose. Dealing with A
