AMELIA
"We need to talk," I said glumly.
"Sounds serious?" said Damian, arching his brow.
I gestured impatiently for him to seat and sank into a chair myself. I had come home straight from the bakery. There had been no point in me staying there. I wasn't able to concentrate anyway.
"What is going on?"he prompted.
"It's my mother. She called."
"Oh..."
Even in this situation, I couldn't help but see the humour. Damian and I had never really talked about our respective families. He had told me just what was necessary to know about his family in case someone, maybe a reporter, started asking me questions about him that I was supposed know. The subject of my mother had never come up. All Damian knew about her was that she was alive.
"And you're amused because..."
I arranged my face int
