#Chapter 50: Rain and Resolutions

Amelia POV The morning was cold, wet, and silent. I sat at the old motel table, steam from the cracked coffee mug blurring my vision. Richard moved stiffly by the counter, pouring boiling water into the machine as if that mundane act could erase last night. He didn't look at me. I watched him avoid my eyes. Finally he cleared his throat. "About last night... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it the way I did. And what I found? It dies with me. No one else will know. I promise." My fingers curled around the mug. My voice cracked. "You promise?" He met my gaze for the briefest second and nodded. I wanted to yell at him, to thank him, to crawl over the table and shake him. But I just lowered my head. "Okay." We sat there a while. He poured another cup for himself and tried to act casual. "Did you sleep?" he asked. I snorted. "Barely. You?" He shook his head. "Nope." He rubbed a hand over his face and yawned. "We should eat something before Nathan gets here." He ha