Amelia's head spun as she got in to her room. The events of the night played over and over in her mind. She couldn't erase the images of what she had seen or forget Ana's words. Her chest felt heavy, and every step she took felt like a struggle. When she finally reached her bed, she collapsed onto her bed, her heart racing.
"How did I end up here?" she whispered to herself, staring up at the ceiling.
Her body trembled as she closed her eyes, hoping sleep would offer her some escape. But her dreams were restless, filled with Enzo's face and the sounds she had heard in his room.
The next morning, the noise outside her door jolted her awake. Voices, hurried footsteps, and the clatter of furniture being moved filled the air. Amelia sat up, rubbing her eyes. Something was going on. She slipped out of bed and opened her door, peering into the hallway.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!