In the three years since her father's accident, Amelia had been in a state of constant depression.
She was cautious in every aspect, losing the courage to confront anyone, not daring to show even a little impulsiveness or defiance, and suppressing her reluctance and anger.
It was as if all the vitality in her bones had died, and she was as stagnant as dead water at such a young age.
But today, she felt her heart, which had been silent and suppressed for a long time, come alive again.
It was as if she was back in the past, back to Amelia Foster who was fearless of everything.
The feeling was so invigorating that even her footsteps became lighter.
When Amelia returned to the laboratory, Olivia Mitchell pulled her into a separate small lab and asked seriously, "Tell me the truth, what's your confidence level about that identification project?"
Amelia thought for a moment, "Fifty percent."
Either it would work or it wouldn't, a fifty-fifty chance.
In short, not confident.
