CHAPTER 48: I'LL TAKE MUM'S ADVICE
AMANDA'S POV:
Ever since Donovan made that threat behind the music studio, my life has been one long, waking nightmare. I’m jumpy as a cat. Every little sound—the wind rustling the dead leaves outside, the floorboards creaking, even the birds chirping in the middle of the night—made me bolt upright in bed. I stay awake for hours, staring at the door, half-expecting Donovan to burst in and finally do whatever "horrible" thing he promised.
This morning, I was in the kitchen, going through the motions of the morning chores. I was scrubbing a pot, my mind a million miles away, when Mom walked in. She was moving a little better, but her eyes were sharp. She stood there for a second, just watching me.
"Amanda," she said softly.
I jumped, nearly
