C11 Amelia's POV

"Look, you can't stay here and sulk all day, Amelia," Rach said, her brow furrowed in concern as she gazed at me.

"What do you suggest I do, then? My mother's life is in my hands right now."

We both remained silent for a moment, the only sound being the soft hum of the cafe's closing routines. Then, Rach spoke up, her voice hesitant.

"I've got an idea