Timmy had no clue what the adults were up to. After a while playing with his puzzle game, he noticed Penny was still holed up in her room. Curious, he wandered over and knocked on her door.
Penny opened up, and the two whispered something back and forth. She shot a look over at Amelia, lips pushed out in a sulky pout.
“Penny,” Clive called, “come wash your hands. It’s time to eat.”
Penny dragged her feet out of the room, clearly not thrilled.
At the dinner table, Klaus sat at the head, with Clive and Mrs. Salmeron on either side. Caroline sat next to Mrs. Salmeron, and Timmy slid in next to Clive.
Usually, Penny stuck to Timmy like glue, but tonight she was still mad at him. She clambered up onto the seat beside Caroline instead.
“Auntie, I’m sitting with you tonight,” she announced.
Meanwhile, Amelia sat all the way at the other end of the table, feeling more like an outsider than family.
She quietly asked one of the maids to bring over the peeled oranges she’d prepared for Timmy and Penny.
But Penny’s voice cut through the room. “I’m not eating those! Your hands are dirty!”
Clive’s brow furrowed. He gave Penny a look. “Penny, what did I teach you about yelling? Be polite, please.”
Penny shrank a little, mumbling, “I don’t have to be polite to a mean lady.”
She didn’t say it loud, but Amelia heard every word.
The daughter she’d risked everything for was calling her a ‘mean lady.’ That hurt more than anything—the cold shoulders, the rejection, all of it.
A knot formed in Amelia’s chest, making it hard to breathe.
That way, she’d know he’d eaten what she’d made—maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad.
He sneaked a peek at her face, and when he saw her smile, he finally relaxed.
After dinner, Klaus called Clive into the study for a talk.
It used to be Amelia’s job to clear the table and wash the dishes, but now that she couldn’t see, the maids took care of it.
Amelia was just about to check in on Mrs. Salmeron. The old lady had always struggled with migraines, and Amelia used to help with acupuncture, keeping things under control. She wondered how she was doing lately…
Lost in thought, Amelia was startled when a little figure bounced in front of her.
“Um…” Penny stood there, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking awkward. “Can you… come with me to the bathroom?”

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