“It’s Amelia now, remember–?”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The youngest Shepherd held out her arms, taking a step toward the older man to offer a hug. Okay, more like demand a hug.
“Mark! What’s up? It’s been, like, a year since I saw you last.”
❝Right. Amelia.❞ A smug smirk crossing over his face.
Leaning in Mark gladly accepted the hug, pulling her close with a small grin now.
“Only a year? It feels like longer lit- Amelia.”