By the time the sun was breaking through the clouds on the east sky, Michael was already on his way out of his house. He had been unable to get much sleep throughout the night due to his subconscious constantly reminding him of all the troubles plaguing his life at the moment. First, there was the situation with Amelia, which he had yet to come to a decisive point on. His mother's visit some days ago had not really helped much, as the woman's advice had only served to further his confusion.
There was no doubt that Amelia was a very attractive woman, but then so was Olivia. Asking him to pick one of the two based on pure looks alone was like trying to decide which was better between a chocolate flavored cake and a strawberry flavored one. Not that he was going to judge them based on that anyway. There was once a time when he had loved Amelia, or at least Michael thought he had. He had been immature then, naive almost and he did not have much in way of emotional intelligence.
