AMELIA
"What are you doing?"
Cam's voice jolts through me, making me jump, and the latte slips from my hand, spilling as I turn. The open fridge light reveals him in the dim space, he is just a few steps away.
He shouldn't be awake.
"Care to start explaining?" he asks, his tone firm.
Let me rewind the past ten minutes. The sun had barely risen when I rose. It was early, but I was unable to sleep deeply unlike Jake. So I quietly tiptoe my way to the kitchen to brew coffee, my head aching from tears shed given I had cry myself to sleep last night.
Jake returned well past midnight, and although I didn't check the time, it felt really inconsiderate since he had initially promised to be back in thirty minutes but ended up spending the entire day at work.
In the kitchen, there were fou
