Amelia had always seen her father as the center of her world. She grew up under his watchful eye, accepting his strict rules as a way to make her stronger, just like he always told her.
Even at 23, she still lived at home, never truly questioning his desire to keep her close. Her father had always insisted that she stay, claiming she needed more time to prepare for the real world. She had her own space on the second floor, a bedroom and bathroom she thought was hers alone.
Her dad’s ways were strange, but she justified them as part of his unique parenting style. He often told her that hardship built character, that enduring discomfort would pave the way for a more comfortable future.
