Sleep seemed to evade her as her eyes refused to shut tight. She stared at the blank space before her, thinking about the earlier event. It appeared that exhaustion was not enough to knock her into unconsciousness.
Dinner with her father would seem normal for others but not for her. She knew that when her father showed her any signs of affection, it meant he needed something from her.
"Hey, Amelia!" A voice suddenly called her attention. "Why are you still awake?" The man, lying beside her, asked as he moved beside her, easing himself onto the pillow to be more comfortable as he stared at her.
"What do you think of my father?" She asked her husband, who had been polite the entire evening during the dinner with the man that gave her life.
