"Did you talk to your father-in-law about it?" I asked John, watching his reaction carefully.
His expression froze at the mention of his father-in-law, like his brain had momentarily short-circuited. But after a moment, he understood—and his face twisted into something between annoyance and disgust.
"He would never believe me," John retorted. "If anything, he'd just use it as an excuse to call me insane and push me away from Amelia."
I scoffed. "Who cares? You should at least tell him what's happening with Amelia. Maybe he has a way to help her."
John shook his head. "No, he doesn't. If you think it's such a great idea, why don't you ask him yourself?"
I let out a snort. "Your dear father-in-law was one of the first to vote for my banishment. He could drop dead for all I care."
John's eyes flicked to me at the mention of my exile, but he said nothing at first. A silence hung between us before he finally spoke.
"You brought that on yourself," he muttered.
