Iris's POV
"No, no. Don't do that," Amelia said softly, her voice filled with concern as she reached out, her fingers brushing my cheeks to wipe away the tears that had spilled without my permission. Her touch was gentle, grounding.
I sniffled, forcing a shaky smile as I met her kind eyes, glimmering with empathy. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice filled with emotion.
Just then, I remembered the pile of dirty clothes. "I need to go wash these," I said as I tried to shove the emotions away. I turned toward the door, but Amelia was already at my side, her quick steps matching mine.
"Let me help you with the hand laundry," she offered, as if she'd already decided she wouldn't take no for an answer.
