Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 73

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 73**

**Chapter 73**

**Amelia’s POV**

The dark didn’t frighten me; I had always found a certain comfort in its embrace. Yet, stepping from the clarity of light into a void where not a single shape or shadow could be discerned sent a shiver down my spine. The records room, devoid of windows, enveloped me in a cloak of darkness, leaving me to navigate solely by the faint glow seeping from the bottom of the door. It was a meager beacon, but it was all I had to guide me through the oppressive gloom.

With each cautious shuffle of my feet, I felt the weight of my pregnancy pressing down on me. I couldn’t afford to stumble or fall; the thought of injuring myself was a terrifying prospect. The last thing I needed was to exacerbate the challenges I was already facing.

Having spent countless hours in the records room, I was familiar with its layout, but that didn’t stop me from colliding with the corner of the desk. A sharp jolt of pain shot through my hip, and I winced, biting back a groan. It hurt, but I reminded myself that it could have been far worse.

Finally, I reached the door and, with trembling fingers, fumbled for the handle in the pitch-blackness.

My instincts were right; the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking echoed in the silence. The records room was often secured for confidentiality, but typically, anyone locking it would check for occupants first.

Had someone really assumed the space was unoccupied before plunging me into darkness?

I wanted to cling to that notion, but a nagging doubt gnawed at me. Gwen had always harbored a dislike for me, and the idea that she might have locked me in here intentionally flared up in my mind.

No, that seemed too cruel, even for her.

Still, that suspicion lingered like a shadow, refusing to fade.

I began to knock on the door, my voice echoing in the empty room. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m locked in here! Hello? Eve? Gwen?”

I paused, pressing my ear against the cold surface of the door, straining to hear any response. To my dismay, laughter floated through the barrier, light and mocking.

After what felt like an eternity of knocking and shouting, someone finally arrived to unlock the door. Gwen stood there, her expression a blend of annoyance and disdain.

“Really, Amelia. You should be more careful than to get locked in there,” she chastised, as if the whole ordeal was my fault.

“Someone else locked the door,” I retorted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

She rolled her eyes, a gesture that felt dismissive. “You should learn to accept accountability. Blaming someone else will only get you so far.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me with a sinking feeling that she might very well have been the one to trap me inside. Down the hall, I spotted Healer Eve, and behind her was Sienna.

Was she back?

Surely, after everything that had transpired with the poison incident, she would have gained some insight into the consequences of bullying. She wouldn’t have locked me in here… would she?

Regardless, I approached them, eager to receive my next assignment.

Healer Eve’s gaze landed on me, her brow furrowing slightly. “Amelia, where have you been? Sorting those files shouldn’t have taken you this long. I needed you.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I was indisposed for a moment.”

Sienna chimed in, her tone overly confident. “I’ve always been really good at filing, Healer Eve. You should trust me with that from now on, now that I’m back.”

Eve’s disappointment was palpable as she glanced between us. “Yes… perhaps I will.”

The camaraderie Eve and I had been building felt shaky now, as if a fragile bridge had been cracked. Did she think I had been slacking off? I could only wonder if she would consider reviewing the security footage. But then, I doubted Gwen would come to my defense.

Retrieving and reviewing that footage would take precious time, and Eve, as the only senior healer on staff, was already stretched thin.

It seemed wiser to let this go for now and redirect my energy toward proving my worth to her once more.

Behind Eve’s back, Sienna wore a smirk that lacked any warmth. It was as if she relished my discomfort, feeding off my unease.

The rest of the day dragged on, filled with minor irritations. Eve assigned tasks to both Sienna and me, and I poured every ounce of effort into demonstrating my capability. Yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had failed to convince her.

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