As the weight of the situation pressed down on her, Rachel's eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly tried to brush away.
She held onto Amelia's hands, the warmth providing a contrast to the chill of their surroundings.
"I'm so sorry, Amelia," Rachel sobbed, her voice catching, "I never should have... I can't even begin to imagine how hurt you must have felt," Her shoulders shook with the weight of her guilt, remembering the chilling moment when the knife had driven into Amelia's flesh.
Amelia's caramel-brown eyes, which were glistening too, searched Rachel's face. She sighed, a hint of pain in her voice, "Rachel," she began softly, "when it happened, I won't lie, I was devastated. The very idea that my best friend could turn against me based on the words of someone else... it shattered me," She paused, taking a deep breath, "But then I was told that you were under some sort of spell or mind control, that it wasn't really you…right?"
