Chapter 45

Amelia rested her back against the headboard and clasped her fingers together, placing them on her laps. She took her eyes to the window as he began walking into the room, heading towards her. He drew the chair beside the bed before sitting on it.

"Winter was talking." Was the first statement he uttered as stared intently are her.

"Yeah, I.. I had no idea how." Amelia but her lips after she replied, that sounded like a dumb answer to her. She wasn't even thinking when she replied to him.

An unexpected silence settled in the room. She was expecting him to say something. She kept her gaze on her twisted fingers, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence.

She raised her head to look at him when he let out a deep breath. "Amelia."

Was she supposed to answer that? She stared still at him without saying a word.

"I.. I... I'm sorry." It sounded like he was having a hard time saying it. It was almost like it was forced. But she understood him well, he wasn't a weakling like her. It mu