Michael found Amelia in the kitchen when he came down from his room. It was still relatively early, the yellow rays of the morning sun filling the house with a light ambience. Unfortunately, that did not do much to relieve the tension that was still pressing down on the two cohabitants of the house. The man paused at the staircase for a moment, just a few steps above the floor as he leaned on the railing to think. After what had happened between him and Amelia a couple of days ago, his first thought had been that she was the one who had followed him and taken those pictures.