Chapter 261

Amy watched as Old Mrs. Felicia left, then turned and made her way to the living room. "Come in," she said softly. Peter quietly closed the door behind him. He saw Amy standing alone by the window in the living room, staring distractedly at the milky-white window screen. Peter sat down on the sofa without a word, viewing Amy's back but not starting a conversation. Amy's shoulders were shaking slightly. She smoothed her hair and subtly wiped away the tears that had slipped down her cheeks. "What are you doing here?" As Amy slowly turned to face him, she appeared frail, but her eyes shone with resolve. To Peter, he seemed to be a guilty man in her eyes. "I... This morning Melissa called and asked if you had arrived home. I said I didn't bring you home, but that you went on your own. Did she call you too?" Peter said, his voice desolate and low. Many of the things he truly wanted to say remained unsaid. He was here to apologize, but what good would that do now? Amy's eyes moistened again.