AMELIA
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked me, his voice soft as butter.
“How are you feeling? Really.”
“Aside from starving, I’m feeling good. I got a better idea to feed my hunger.” I got a better idea, too. I had no...
AMELIA
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked me, his voice soft as butter.
“How are you feeling? Really.”
“Aside from starving, I’m feeling good. I got a better idea to feed my hunger.” I got a better idea, too. I had no...