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I went straight to the stairs and practically ran down to put an end to that nonsense with the TV series and Amelia, and get back to what I was doing.

I descended to the ground floor, where all the furniture was already in place, everything neat as if nothing had ever happened in that place. The TV was on a channel playing Amelia's beloved series.

She was quite obsessed with that series; no one could say anything bad about it. For her, it was the most perfect thing Hollywood had ever produced.

I headed down the small hallway to Amelia's room and found Ivan and Isabela leaning against the door, looking tired. Who knows how long they had been pleading with Miss Pride.

When they saw me, they smiled with hope reflected in their eyes. I laughed at their expressions and approached the door, knocking several times.

"Amy? It's me, Minerva. Could you please open the door?" My voice sounded like a mother pleading with her daughter to open the door.

There was no response.

I knocked again, a bit