Chapter 91

Michael nodded, but then something occurred to him. "Amelia is downstairs?" Martha paused, then understood what he meant. Her expression turned awkward. "Well… you should probably go see for yourself." With her putting it that way, Michael didn't ask anything else. He turned and went downstairs. The dining room was empty, but the table was covered with dishes. Michael could tell at a glance that Amelia had made them herself. He'd eaten her cooking a few times before. It tasted nothing like Martha's. "Where is Amelia?" Michael asked, turning to Martha. She hesitated, then pulled an envelope from her pocket and handed it to him. "Ms. Warren left this for you. She said you'd understand once you read it." Michael stared at the envelope, frowning. A letter? What was this, the last century? He took it and opened it. Inside, a sheet of paper was filled with neat, careful handwriting. "Mr. Sutton, I'm sorry. I know what I did hurt you. No matter the reason, I never should have threat