CHAPTER NINETEEN

Amelia’s POV

The moment I stepped through the door, the weight of failure hung heavily on my shoulders. My family’s expectant eyes, wide and unblinking, followed my every move. I didn't need to look in their eyes to know; the air was thick with anticipation, their anxieties almost undeniable. The silence was broken only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock, its pendulum swinging with the weight of the seconds that passed. A sorrowful exchange of glances danced between us, and with the fall of my gaze, their hearts sank.

My grandma, Mrs. White, was the first to shatter the silence. “Well?" she demanded, her voice sharp as a knife's edge. “Amelia, darling, what happened?”

I felt the collective breath of my family hitch as I hung my coat on the rack, my gaze lingering on the worn fabric, a silent testament to my defeat. My sad face must have betrayed the battle within.

I swallowed hard, the words sticking like thorns in my throat. “Just like I told you, mother. He…he did not, an
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