Amanda sat on the airplane to Paris that afternoon, Emilia in her arms and tears in her eyes. Oh how easy it was for her to be wiped from someone’s life. Completely wiped out. It was happening again and there was nothing she could do about it. She leaned her forehead against Niels’ shoulder, trying to stifle the ache that burrowed deeper and deeper into her heart, expanding rapidly. Was she really wrong for thinking that family was the strongest bond there was? For assuming that she’d be understood if she spoke her mind to someone directly connected by blood? Yet she’d been shunned, shockingly. Outrageously.
Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion. She’d been looking forward to it for a long time—to welcome the newest member of the family. She glanced at the picture of Maia on her camera. A beautiful baby girl. Her niece. It wasn’t too long ago she’d already been imagining Emilia having her cousin to play with once they were older. Perhaps her desire to keep what was left of her family together was too strong to be understood. With a sigh, she pressed the delete button, hesitating for a moment before canceling the action. She simply couldn’t do it. She wiped more tears from her eyes, wishing they were in Paris already. At least Paris had a promise of peace for them. It seemed that Niels, Emilia and herself were just meant to remain apart from society. It was better that they just stuck together, alone, rather than with others. If that’s what it took to protect her heart and her daughter’s, then that would be life from now on.
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Amanda at a GlanceNames: Amanda Pontremoli, Amanda van Loon Archives
August 2017
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