Chapter 187

"Aw. Okay. Do take all the time you need, Amelia. I will share my notes with you." He says, cool and unsuspecting.

"I will appreciate that. Thank you, Dylan."

It hasn't hit me yet. The uncertainty of my future in the face of this new threat from Sheryl.

"Sure. Take care of yourself, goodnight." Dylan's voice over the phone is weak. He is sleepy and I am still hungry.

"Goodnight, Dylan." I say, the call ends.

And I lay in the soft bed in the dark, in this unfamiliar room, and the full weight of what I have coming for me hits me right in the chest. It makes me curl into myself, knees reaching my chest, I only get out of the foetal position when my belly grumbles again. It demands to be fed. Which is weird, I am rarely this hungry and craving for a specific food. Chinese takeouts.

I grab my phone, I linger on the other missed calls from Linc and Ashley. I stall, saving the unknown number with Dylan's contact. Then I swipe away and go to the food app to orde