Chapter 46 - The Sister I Remember

Amelia stood near the tall iron gates of the Golden Estate, her posture straight, her arms loose at her sides, and her expression unreadable. She had learned long ago to master the art of composure. The quiet control in her movements was not natural but something sharpened over years of enduring painful confrontations and unwelcome surprises. Today, when she saw a sleek black car rolling toward the security gate, the same discipline held her in place, though deep inside her stomach tightened with a faint ache of dread. She already knew who was inside. The way the car glided across the pavement with unnecessary grandeur told her all she needed. And when the tinted window rolled down, revealing Rose's familiar face, Amelia felt her heart give a small but sharp twist.