AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “Amelia.” I heard the worry in Ryden’s voice as he called me. He’d proven by the tension on my shoulders that I was not going to back down. I’d been in front of his laptop, working for hours. “You haven’t even touched your food.”

　　　

　　　 I barely glanced at the sandwich he put on the counter hours ago. “This can’t be. There must be something. How on earth there’s only one person, Rolden Banks, who has a record while the rest didn’t seem to exist?”

　　　

　　　 He began massaging my tensed muscles, and I yearned to his touch. It felt so good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a...