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Amy’s Point Of View
After my father left my study, I felt awkward. We hadn’t quarreled, but our meeting wasn’t entirely pleasant. I was in a strange place with him because our past relationship was buried in an empty coffin next to my mother in the graveyard I visited monthly.
I’d been crying over one corpse and an empty tomb for years. Our new relationship was in another time and place based entirely on his resurrection and the divergent life journeys we’d taken.
I loved my father and thanked my lucky stars every day that I had a parent in my life, but there was no getting away from the fact he was having an affair with my fiancee’s birth mother, a woman who was getting increasingly close to me.
My life was complicated.
After a full day of fruitful study, by evening time, I felt tired and ready for Victor to whisk me into a mundane world far from the intrigue of our real lives. He strolled around my sanctuary, sipping the iced coffee I made and checking out my library book titles.
“Anastasia and Hannah took your advice, Amy.”
“Are they settling in on Planet Nine?”
“They are completely settled and sharing a cabin. I didn’t pry, I promise; it just came out in conversation with Emma. She does all the food ordering for the chef there.”