CHAPTER 64

HENRICO

"Do you remember me?"

It's my first question.

I try to control my impulse to touch her, but I fail miserably and stroke her hair, although I can defend myself by arguing that no one prepared me to deal with an Amelia with long, natural hair. I feel strange, nervous to be next to her after waiting so long. Seeing her like this reminded me of the time when she was just an innocent, withdrawn girl without much of a filter. That girl shut me up with just one look, but she shudders every time I threaten to come five steps away. Amelia Leal was a scared little g