Amelia’s POV
Tears wouldn’t stop pouring from my eyes, remembering the expression on Tristan’s face when I left him. No one uttered a single word during the ride home. They were too furious to talk, but I knew I would now have to face my dad’s wrath and punishment. God, why did this happen to me? Why can’t I love someone and be loved in return? It wasn’t wrong to love someone! They wanted me to study, and I was doing well in my studies. I was a dutiful daughter and sister. I had strong Christian beliefs and knew what they expected of me. I was serious about Tristan, and he was serious about me as well.
So why did everyone have to be so violent? Couldn’t they accept it for the sake of my happiness? But it seemed as if I was asking for too much. Even my mom didn’t have enough backbone to
