Amelia’s POV
Mom called me on the dorm reception landline often. That was the only link I had with my family. It was strange that not even once during the last few years did my dad call me once or ask me to return home. Vacations came and went by, but I didn’t go home ever, not even on holidays.
I either stayed back at the hostel and enrolled myself in short online fashion designing courses. Sometimes, I stayed with Brittany at her house in Boston, Lincolnshire. Leo came the first few times to take me home for the holidays, but I avoided him and refused to go home. He stopped coming after the first year, realizing that I was more stubborn than them. Mom pleaded, but I didn’t want to see them.
After graduating high school, Brittany and I got ourselves admitted to the London College of
