Worse than we are

_Amelia’s POv_

I stared at Luca, the paper staring at me from between his fingers.

They had been in my room. I just knew it.

That was the only way they’d have those notes in their hands.

But yet my breath caught and I had to ask. “Where did you get that?”

Luca’s voice was ice. “We were going to check your room for clues. For anything, Ferdinand might’ve left behind. Instead, we found these.”

He threw the note onto the coffee table in front of me.

It was the last note I had gotten from Ferdinand.

“But if you think about it, it’s still a clue.” Matteo hissed at me but my eyes were fixed on the table.

The fingers dug into my palm, words failing me.

“Come on Amelie, give us an answer,” Nico said, but still, I remained quiet.

Was it the guilt or shame? I couldn’t tell.

But the looks on their faces made me avoid their gazes even more.

The words stared up at me like a slap. My stomach turned.

Matteo held up another and another.

Each one was a knife. Each one was undeniable.

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