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Amelia’s POV “Hey! It’s okay. He’ll wrap up his work and come home as soon as he can. Don’t be so upset, it’s all a part of their business,” comforted Claire. “I know, but I don’t know how I overslept and couldn’t see him before he left. I’m such a terrible girlfriend. He must be hating me,” I wailed with grief. Claire shook her head. “You’re wrong, Amy. He really loves you,” she said as she wiped my tears and gave me some coffee to calm me down. I took a sip, but it didn’t work. I felt like my heart would break. This was the second time that he gave up on me. Last night, he didn’t understand my point of view at all. I wanted our first night to be special, in our own home, without having to restrain ourselves and scaling down our enjoyment. I wanted him to understand and wait till he