CHAPTER 41

AMELIA

Dallas, Texas.

I read the fate of the passage again, squinting at the woman who brought me into the world, she is sleepy, has a lost look and has been silent since we left the house. There was no argument when Dad informed them that the two of us would be traveling to another country later today, all there was a long exchange of looks between them. No protest or battle, just acceptance. She looks devastated, actually broken in the poetic sense of the word. Lost in her own thoughts, unable to comment on our trip or anything minimally relevant. This is driving me crazy.