Chapter 65

I stood in the dark corner of Amelia and our son’s cozy chambers, a sense of unease gripping at me. Amelia, my partner now and the mother of our young son, sat across from me at the wooden table in the room, her expression was a mixture of doubt and concern. The soft glow of the fire in the fireplace reflected light on her face, emphasizing the perfect details of her beauty. “Amelia, I need to talk to you about something Lucia told me earlier today,” I began, my voice low and serious.