CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

“Happy eighteenth birthday to you, Amy..”

Aunt Sarah said with a tinge of regret in her voice as she stood uncertainly by the door that led into the teenager's bedroom with a freshly baked, sweet-smelling cake in her hands.

Amy, who was in a hoodie and baggy pants and had previously been on her bed, lying on her back and staring endlessly at the ceiling, raised her head a little to see her aunt in her baker's jacket and Barrett. It cracked her up a little, and she thought to make a small joke.

“Thanks, Aunt Sarah... However, is the occasion worth the attire?”

Sarah laughed harder than expected, not because the joke was ripping her ribs apart but because the whole situation was a very awkward, sad one and she was intensely nervous, so hearing Amy making light of a situation that was not hilarious at all was somewhat relieving for her as she hadn't known what to expect when she decided to make her way to Amy's room.

“Come on in,” Amy beckoned to her, waving her in with a gesture of her