Amy lay sprawled on Lucy's bed, her thoughts swirling in a murky haze of grief and numbness. The tears that had poured freely earlier had dried, leaving behind a dull ache, an emptiness that echoed with the absence of Miley's laughter. The world felt muted without her.
A chime of the doorbell pierced the silence, jolting Amy from her grief-stricken reverie.
For a brief moment, a spark of hope flickered in her chest, Maybe it was Lucas, coming to check on her, his comforting presence a balm to her raw emotions.
She hurried to answer it, half-expecting to see Lucas standing on the other side. But when she opened the door and saw Mia, her heart sank.
"Good morning, Amy!" Mia greeted cheerfully and then her smile waned when she saw Amy's physical state.
"Are you alright?" Mia asked with a concerned frown.
