Fear, Hesitation, and “Hello, Wife!”

Amelia’s POV –

The car was quiet as we rolled up the street.

Not a word was spoken.

I rode in the backseat next to Collins, my heart thudding in my ear so loudly I was afraid he could hear it, too.

I couldn’t keep my hands away from the hem of my short, white, corporate-style dress.

Collins stood n...