Chapter 28

Zoya

Amelia is already inside the barn when I walk inside, milking that black and white cow called Wanda while sitting on a chair. She is wearing an oversized Adidas hoodie over a pair of jeans—it's probably Ryan's, judging from how she is swimming in it.

Strangely enough, she looks cute in his clothes, but the scars on her cheeks got sudden guilt piercing my heart.

Awkward.

I'm about to turn around from where I came from, but Amelia stands up, and I grimace as the silence unfolds. Her eyes flicker with surprise once she notices me, and I awkwardly wave at her, hoping she won't send Ryan to kill my ass.

"You..."

Here it comes, the get-the-fuck-out-of-here speech. Of course, I deserve it for watching Felicia cut into Amelia's face like a self-proclaimed plastic surgeon, but I had hoped to live for another day.

"Thank you..."

Wait.

What did Amelia say?!

My eyebrows shoot for the roof. Amelia walks to stand rig