DAMIAN
"Something important just came up, and we need to talk," I said as I entered the room and perched on the edge of Amelia's dresser.
She had been busily writing something that looked like supplies she would be getting for her store. From where I sat, I could make out the words 'flour' and 'sugar'.
"Okay. Give me just a second." She wrote something quickly, pushed the paper away, and gave me her full attention.
"Okay. So this is about Petra," I began.
"Petra?" Amelia blinked. The name obviously meant nothing to her.
It was a bit surprising to me, who liked to keep tabs on everyone remotely important. But Amelia wasn't like that. It seemed she hadn't bothered to learn more about the inner workings of the family she had married into.
"Yes, Petra. She is- sorry, was my late Un
