80. Hours Before
Amelia
I'm finally home after a grueling day at school. The demands from the professors keep increasing. I've been designing a lot of styles, and my shoulders are killing me. I give myself a small massage on my shoulders and neck. I didn't feel like cooking dinner today, so I picked up something from the restaurant on my way home.
Just as I'm about to take my first bite, my phone rings. I see my father's name on the caller ID, so I answer cheerfully since it's rare for him to call me; usually, it's my mother who keeps us in touch.
"Dad? Hi!" I greet him enthusiastically, but the silence that follows makes me a bit cautious.
"Hello, dear. How are you?" The serious tone in his voice sets off an alarm in my brain.
"I'm fine, Dad. What's going on?" I ask directly. It ta
