After hanging up the phone, Amelia Clarke got off Owen Moreland's lap and closed the laptop.
The laptop was Owen's, and she had called to ask for his permission before using it.
Owen's laptop desktop was very clean, with just some commonly used office software, and no entertainment applications whatsoever.
Amelia felt somewhat confused inside, not knowing how to decide.
Owen could see the worry filling her heart. The girl who always knew what to do or not, struggled when it came to her brother. He understood that she couldn't figure it out for the time being and said nothing more.
The two of them brushed their teeth and went to bed.
The light was off, and the room was pitch black. Once they got used to the darkness, and with the help of the faint light coming through the window, they could vaguely see each other's silhouette.
Amelia's back was tightly against Owen's chest, feeling his robust and powerful heartbeat.
