AMELIA The house was silent when I entered the living room. I glanced at my watch and it was thirty minutes past ten. Everyone would be asleep by now—well, everyone except Mr Colton. He was resting on the sofa, reading a newspaper. “Mr Colton," I called, trying to mask the exhaustion on my face. I strode to him, my bag strapped to my shoulder. “Good evening." He looked up at me, grinning. “Amelia dear, welcome." I smiled. “Why are you not asleep yet?" “Don’t mind that, dear. I wanted to relax here a little." I rubbed my aching neck, scanning the house. My first priority, as always, was Noah. "What about Noah? Has he had dinner?” He sat up on the sofa, putting the newspaper down on his lap. "He has eaten. He's upstairs, playing right now. I tried to put him to sleep, but he insisted on waiting for you to return.” I grinned. He never ceased to play. He would play until his energy was drained. "Dinner is ready for you, too,” he added. "Thank you, Mr Colton,” I said, a f
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