AMELIA
Boredom is my friend today. I pick up the phone and call my mom for a long conversation; she has to push me away at some time. Then I turn to Carl's phone; he is in the library and has to leave so we can chat more. None of them has an idea about the accident, so there are no panics and purchasing plane tickets, but there are lots of criticisms about Jake, as usual.
After those calls and with nothing to do, I get up and start Jake and my laundry, planning to make something for lunch for myself when the doorbell rings. That is definitely not Cam, given he has the key to his house and it certainly isn't Jake too. My subconscious concludes on Harper, and frustrated and cussing Cam, with bleach in my hand, I go to check.
"I have your food delivery," a man says, holding the packages fr
