Henry pov...
We left the office in silence. Like sneaking away from a crime scene.
Amelia walked ahead of me, her heels clicking on the pavement, her coat pulled tight against the cold. Snow was falling again, soft and white, melting on her dark hair.
I should have stayed. I should have worked. I should have thought about helping Camilla.
But I didn't. I didn't know why.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the mall. Like I said." She didn't look back. "You don't have to come. You can stay and work. I heard my brother put Camilla as the head of the marketing department. It's crap. I don't care."
"I know."
"Then why are you still following?"
"I would like some adventure."
She stopped. Turned. Her eyes were red from crying earlier, but her face was hard again. The mask was back. But her eyes didn't lie.
"Fine. But don't expect me to be nice. Or my kids to be nice."
"I never expect anything called niceness from you, Amelia."
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We drove in silence. The snow followed us.
