Amber raced up the stairs the moment Arty guided the limo into the parking lot. Without a word to anyone, she hurried into the house and shut herself in the room.
Huddled at the corner of the room, she shivered uncontrollably, hands wrapped tight around her knees. She didn't even change out of her wedding dress that was stained with her father's blood.
She looked so pale, with her mouth trembling from unshed tears. Her hair lay scattered in wavy strands. Somewhere in between Arty taking her home, the bun had come undone.
First she thought of her father. He was dead, and she would never see him again. Hot tears spilled down her eyes when realization dawned on her that her father was gone forever.
She would never get to see him again.
It was at this point that Wendy knocked on the door, asking Amber if she was okay and if she would like to have some dinner.
She was ignored.
