Amelia’s heart sank and any ounce of hope she had just faded away with Jolene’s words. “Yes, ma’am, I will keep praying for a miracle. I have to believe that he’ll get through this.”
“Good, just hold on to that hope and faith will carry you the rest of the way. So are you living with your aunt?”
“Oh yes, and everything is going well. I just wanted to see if there was a change in his condition. I have to go now. Thanks for your support and words of encouragement.”
“Anytime sweetie, and feel free to call whenever you want. Bye now,” she whispers.
“Bye.” Amelia quickly disconnects the call and runs into her bathroom to wash her face. “No change with Dad,” she says angrily, throwing a hand towel. He was the one person who could help her mom, and now she could end up in jail forever. “I hate this!” she screams as she comes out of the bathroom and jumps onto her bed. She buries her head in the pillow and screams as loud and hard as possible. Knowing that Leona’s happy her mother was captured makes her scream louder.
Knock! Knock! “Amelia? Can I please come in?” Leona yells outside the door.
Speak of the devil. I wish she would just leave me alone. “Yes, sure, come on in!” she says with enthusiasm, straightening her hair.
Leona strolls into the room and casually sits on the bed, where she quietly stares at Amelia. Okay, she’s freaking me out. Leona tears away her gaze and bites her bottom lip. She proceeds to tap her foot on the floor and sighs.
“Are you feeling better now? I know you think I’m happy your mother was captured. I’m not going to lie. I am slightly pleased that she’s going to pay for what she did to Cash,” she admits.
If she says one more thing about my mother, I’m going to knock her out.
As Amelia’s anger builds, Leona does something completely out of character and takes Amelia’s hand. “But I realize that it’s not about me. It’s about you, and you don’t deserve any of this. What happened to your father was literally a worst-case scenario. Who knew things would end up like this? I’m so sorry.” Amelia looks into her gold eyes and sees…contrition.
“Thank you for saying that. It makes me feel better.”
“You’re welcome. If you need to talk to someone about anything, you can always come to me. Don’t ever feel like you’re alone.” But I am alone.
Having nothing left to say, Amelia turns her head and stares out the window. Leona stands up to walk out of her room, but then pauses and turns around.
“Hey, why don’t you come downstairs and we can make ice cream sundaes. How does that sound?”
Right, because ice cream will make all my problems go away. What am I, five years old? “Sure, I’ll be down in a minute. That sounds great,” Amelia lies. Just please get out of my room.