When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 407

**Chapter 407: A Quiet Understanding**

The psychologist had made it abundantly clear: emotional scars and mental battles couldn’t simply be mended with a prescription pad. Healing required more than just medication; it demanded genuine connections and meaningful interactions.

“Alright, if there’s a chance, I’ll visit,” Amelia said, her voice steady as she nodded with polite enthusiasm.

Cora, with her serene demeanor, radiated a calmness that was almost magnetic. Her graceful mannerisms put Amelia at ease, and she felt an unexpected fondness for her. It was easy to see why others gravitated towards Cora; she was the kind of person who drew warmth from the very air around her.

Amelia had never been one to instigate conflict, but she also possessed a fierce pride that wouldn’t allow her to back down easily. She believed in reciprocity, treating others precisely as they treated her.

“Hehe, wonderful! Then let’s make it official. Let’s exchange contact info,” Cora said, her smile brightening the room.

With a quick flourish, she pulled out her phone, a device she manipulated with the dexterity of someone half her age. As Cora and Amelia exchanged numbers, a small spark of connection flickered between them.

Meanwhile, Brielle stood at a distance, her heart racing with indignation. She watched her grandmother, whom she had always viewed with disdain, chatting amiably with the very woman she loathed. The sight of them sharing phone numbers felt like salt in a fresh wound, and fury bubbled within her, threatening to overflow.

Why did it seem that whenever she encountered Amelia, calamity followed in her wake? It was infuriating, and Brielle could hardly contain herself. With a sharp exhale, she turned on her heel and stormed away, her anger palpable in the air around her.

Sabrina, observing Brielle’s hasty exit, felt a tug of concern. She almost followed her sister, the discomfort twisting in her own stomach. But reason held her back, whispering that acting on impulse would only serve to undermine her dignity.

Unlike Brielle, who often acted without thinking, Sabrina prided herself on her composure. She understood that walking out in the middle of the event would only reveal her vulnerability, a sign that she couldn’t bear to witness someone else basking in the limelight. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to appear weak or provide fodder for gossip.

As the evening unfolded, Sabrina found herself a silent observer, watching as Esmond, Grandma, and Floyd encircled Amelia, their laughter ringing out like music. She felt like a ghost, invisible and unheard, longing to contribute to the conversation but finding herself trapped in a web of unspoken words.

The atmosphere shifted as the event drew to a close, guests beginning to drift away like leaves in the wind. Amelia, feeling the weight of the night, decided it was time to leave. This gathering had stretched longer than any she had attended in recent memory.

After exchanging polite farewells with Truman, she made her way toward the exit, relief washing over her.

“I’ll take you home. Let’s ride together,” Jeremy interjected, his timing impeccable.

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