Chapter 23

AMELIA

When we finish having our tea, we move on to making Neville's house a better place to live for him. Not that it wasn't a great place to begin with, but I should say a more livable place. I fix the couch cushions and then arrange the things in his living room. Then we move to his dad's old home office, where a lot of files sit on the table, and Neville is adamant that he won't be able to look at everything right about now since the wounds he has in his heart are still too fresh.

I understand the look on his face as he stands at the threshold of his dad's study, and I move toward him to offer a gentle pat on the back.

"Why don't I take on from here?" I propose to him generously. "What if I cleaned out all the files and arranged them somewhere so when you are ready to look at those files, perhaps you could easily find them?"

He stares at my face for a long moment, then nods his head at me.

"That sounds like a good idea." He coughs. "Why don't I stand here and watch you clean up?"