One-hundred and ten: Perfectly recovered

Ryan was still shocked and trying to wrap his head around what the maid, Mia, had revealed to them. By the time they got home, Dora was already fast asleep. Amelia took her to bed while Ryan retired to their bedroom to prepare for bed, but all he did was stand beside the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom, overlooking the city below as he replayed Mia’s words over and over again in his head.

He was so lost in his head that he didn’t hear Amelia walk into the room until she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body hat tightly to his back.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” she whispered, trailing one of her hands to his chest and patting him lightly. “We’re not sure if it’s true. It might just be a misunderstanding,”

Ryan let out a deep breath.

“What if it's true?”

Amelia was quiet, not knowing what to say.

“We’re no longer safe in their midst,”

“What do you want to do?” her hands fell off him and he turned around, staring intently at her.

“I think we need to leave this