Chapter 39

Amelia Johnson suddenly realized she hadn’t grabbed a towel or her pajamas. “Damien, are you there?” she called out. “Yeah, I’m here,” Damien Taylor responded. Even though there was a door between them, Amelia still felt her cheeks heat up. “Can you bring me a towel and my PJs? They’re in the cabinet next to the bed.” “Give me a sec,” he said. Soon, she heard footsteps, followed by a knock. “Amelia, I got them.” She cracked the door a bit and reached out her hand to take them. Once dressed, Amelia stepped out. “All done, your turn.” While Damien was in the shower, Amelia picked up her phone and sent a message. Amelia: Hey Vivi, wanna grab some late-night snacks? Vivian Greene: You're back home? Amelia: Yup, just got in. Instead of replying with text, Vivian called her. There was clear concern in her voice. “You little rascal, finally decided to come back. How’s your health?” “I’m really sorry, Vivi.” Amelia felt a wave of guilt. “Sorry about what?” Vivian asked. Amelia replied, “I fina