AMELIA
Sunlight and the scent of freshly ground coffee welcomed me the following morning. As I sat up, I noticed that Erik was still on the couch, deeply asleep under the covers. He'd tossed and turned during the night, and he was sleeping on his stomach, one arm dangling over the floor and his mouth half-open.
So it wasn't a nightmare ...
It had really happened - Devon had really ... hurt me. He had really said those horrible things. I'd really been seconds away to die at his hands.
And no one had done anything.
No one except Erik.
A violent, sharp wave of pain gripped my chest, and I could almost feel deadly claws digging slowly and inexorably into my heart as I bent over my stomach, trying to choke back the tears. The marks on my wrists and face might have healed, but the on
