Private investigator

It was exactly a week Amelia last spoke to Freddie. They had no contact whatsoever since she found out the truth about her parents.

Freddie didn’t bother to call her, and she was still very mad at him, so she didn’t bother to contact him either. He believed she needed time just like Hopper had told him.

Amelia sat comfortably in the living room, her legs crossed on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on her legs, and in front of her was the large television with her favorite movie playing.

Since she found out the truth, she had been so sad and pretty depressed. She often woke up in the middle of the night, crying and staring at her parent’s portrait.

James thought of ways to cheer her up a bit, and started off with taking a one week break from the office with her to reduce pressure on her.

He began to stay in the kitchen and started learning how to cook which impressed Amelia a lot.

He searched online for beautiful ladies stuff to buy her, and even went ahead to look for interesting ro