AMELIA
I take in some air and breathe before returning to the table. The frustration of my mistake has me feeling imprisoned in all this makeover. Breathing shakily, I undo my hair, all wavy and free, letting it bounce by my sides when I situate myself in my seat. I just want to go home.
"I like this place," Mom says, checking out the restaurant with all our food set on the table.
"Thank you for bringing us, Cameron," Anthony adds.
"Actually, this is fun to do. It's been a while since I had this kind of dinner outside," Cam answers next to me, grabbing my hand again. I feel my muscles pulled taut, but I don't let go.
There's peace and ease with his touch that, whenever he touches me, is so hard to free myself from that wrong.
God forgive me.
Mom smiles and takes a sip of her wine. "
