When two black Hondas parked in front of Toretto's, Amie felt her heart stop only to start hammering so fast she had to grab the edge of the counter to steady herself. The blood rushed to her ears and a pathetic flash of hope squeezed her heart.

However, it was Cara who emerged from the driver's seat, wearing a knee-length blue skirt and tight white tank top. She hadn't attempted to hide the judgmental look she endowed Toretto's as she paused for a moment. Then she noticed Amie and approached her, taking confident strides.

"I thought I made myself clear," Amie commented as soon as Cara walked close enough to hear her.

"Have you?"

"Yes."

Cara ignored her sharp tone and made herself comfortable on the barstool, looking around. With a perfectly manicured nail, the young Tran girl stabbed it into the wooden surface before her. The silence enveloped them as Amie stared at her with a deep frown and Cara ignored her. "It is... homey... Haven't changed one bit," she commented in the end.

"What do you want? Aren't you supposed to stay out of our turf?"

"What turf?" Cara tilted her head aside, eyes narrowed. "Honey, our brothers are gone. Mine is dead, yours is God knows where. There are no more turfs."

Amie almost dropped the glass she held at hearing those words. The world around her tilted slightly, reminding her of the current situation she found herself in. Somehow it seemed almost impossible to come to terms with the changes surrounding her.

"Unless, of course, you want to carry on with their nonsense?"

The youngest Toretto exhaled slowly, pinching the nose between her eyes tightly. "No," she answered softly. "Don't see the point."

"That's what I thought."

"But that does not explain what you what here," Amie retorted quickly.

"True," Cara smiled. "I wanted to discuss a few things with you," she said in a tone, that reminded her cold business approach, before she placed a folder on the bar desk. "I found this. In Johnny's things and thought it might be a good idea to run this by you."

"What?" Amie snapped, unsure if she was annoyed with the fact that Cara wanted something from her or mentioning Johnny's name as if nothing changed. "What is that?"

"Have a look."

"I don't want to," she growled, turning on the back of her heal and heading to the back of Toretto's. The business was not doing great - of course, it was not, it never made big profits. That was no problem in the past few months after the massive sums Dom's night trips made, but now it worried Amie. She had to keep it going - especially after losing her job at the hotel. She shifted a crate of cans, which seemed to be almost impossible with her injured arm, not surprised when she heard Cara following her. "You are not allowed over here," Amie informed her, feeling her cheeks warm up in embarrassment. I cannot even take care of myself, she thought as she pushed the crate with her foot.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know."

"Bullshit."

"Seriously! How would I know this shit hole has rules?"

Amie abruptly turned around, coming so close to Cara, she almost head-butted her. "Don't you dare to insult me and this place. Why don't you just piss off?"

"Wow, I almost see why Johnny had a weakness for you!"

"Don't..." Amie inhaled sharply. "Do not. Say. His name."

Cara's eyes softened ever so slightly as she took a long, slow breath. "Look at this, please. I know he would want you to see it."

"I can't..-"

"It is hard, I know. It sucks. I am his little sister, I can assure you I miss him as much as you do," Cara interrupted her sternly, despite the understanding in her eyes. "But you cannot mourn him and bury yourself in this shit hole."

"It is not-"

"Oh, it is. This cafe has no customers for most of the day. Just a money eating shit hole," Cara snapped. "You can do something with your life. But hey, why would you listen to me."

Amie snickered at the other woman, watching her walking away. Toretto's back straightened because for a moment she felt like a winner. That was until Cara's next words left her lips.

"The choice is yours. I'll leave it here for you to look at it and think about it. I've written my number on the back of it, if you decide you wanna talk to me," Johnny's sister said as she walked back to the counter and put the folder back, followed by car keys. "The Honda is yours, by the way. The papers to it are in the folder too."

"What?"

"It is for the start, sunshine."

"What start?" Amie felt her cheeks flush. "I don't need charity."

"Of course not, but you might need some help if you do not want to end up on the streets soon."

Amie, shocked into a frozen state, watched Cara walk towards the other black Honda with darkened windows. She got into the passenger seat without a second glance in Toretto's way and then she was gone. Only after a few long minutes following Cara's departure, Amie opened the folder.

Immediately, she started tearing up. Biting her lower lip in an attempt to stop the tears, she looked through paperwork, sketches and possible locations for the tattoo parlour Johnny wanted to get for her.

Her workday finished rather quickly. With a very small amount of customers coming to Toretto's, Amie closed a few hours earlier than should have and left for her house, surrounded by a dark cloud of depression. Johnny's folder stayed on the table in the middle of the messy living room, untouched. Still, despite her attempts to clean, Amie's eyes kept drifting towards it just the same as her mind. Rigorously biting on the inside of her cheek, Amie tried to force the thoughts out of her mind. The idea was tempting. But his ghost would haunt me every day.

Amie huffed and collapsed on the sofa, ignoring the stabbing pain in her arm. She leaned back and rested her head on the soft pillow behind her. However, her eyes refused to drift shut. There were too many thoughts drifting in her mind. In spite of her exhaustion, Amie knew falling asleep was impossible.

With some luck, Amie managed to move most of her family's possessions into boxes, which now laid scattered around the living room. She sorted them by three piles – things she wanted to keep for sentimental reasons, things she planned to bin and things that she didn't know what to do. Maybe she hoped that one day their paths cross again, though keeping Vince's broken guitar seemed to be complete insanity.

"Oh my god," a voice gasped from the main door, making Amie jump and cried out in pain when she moved her arm. "What happened here?"

The youngest of Toretto's family could only stare at her sister in shock. Mia's hair seemed shorter, waving loosely just below her shoulders and she wore combat trousers and a loose t-shirt – clothes her sister could be only seen inside of their house when they expected no visitors. A small, worn bag, hung over her shoulder.

"Amie?"

Mia's confused question brought Amie back to reality. She slowly rose to her feet. "What are you doin' here?"

"I came to see you."

"Why?"

Mia frowned. "Because I missed you very badly."

Amie almost folded her arms beneath her bust; she had a terrible habit of forgetting her injury. "Now?"

"What-what do you mean?"

"Why now, Mia?" Amie exhaled, hoping to keep her temper under control, but the pressure of past weeks was stronger than her. "Nobody gave a single fuck 'bout me until now, so why?"

"That's not true and you know it," Mia reminded her sharply, taking two, well-measured steps, into the messy living room. Her eyes landed on the picture of them all, having fun at one of their BBQ evenings. "I had to be careful what I do and what I say. Nobody has been in contact with me, because it is dangerous."

Amie shook her head, turning on the back of her heel and heading into the kitchen. "You followed them. You knew where they were going," she commented and it did sound like an accusation.

"I told you to come with me."

"And I told you I won't."

Mia leaned against the door frame, looking into the garden. The grass was now too high, the BBQ turned on its side. It was a sad view, a sore reminder of the life they once had. "We need to talk."

"Then talk," she said, grudgingly.

"Not here."

Amie quickly turned over her shoulder to look at her sister, lips opened to question her but Mia already had a finger placed to her lips. A few long moments passed between the two of them until a sharp stap of realisation ran through her.

"Do you remember where Dom used to take Letty?"

"Could be numerous places, Mia."

"The place they went on every anniversary."

"Oh."

Mia smiled, however, her lips barely moved and her eyes stayed dark and full of sadness. Placing the bag on the floor, Amie's sister slowly walked into the kitchen and reached for her. "Do you want me to cook?" she asked as she carefully hugged her. "You can go and lay down."

"I don't want to," Amie admitted softly, but enveloped Mia in a strong hug, even though she could use only one arm. "I don't want to sleep. I don't want to do anything, anymore."

"Shh, don't say that. All will get better in no time, I promise."

It's been weeks and weeks since the last update and I've been feeling really bad for all of you, who have to wait for another chapter. The story is still dark as if there is no hope for Amie, but I promise, things will start getting better soon.

I am not entirely sure when I will manage to get the next chapter together. Not enough time to do the things I need to do around the house, so there is pretty much no time to write. I've been trying thou... so far, the best results are achieved on my breaks at work :D

I hope you all are doing well :)

Take care, Kall.