Amelia looked up and caught Aaron’s gaze, deep and steady, his expression serious. "Emily’s misunderstood what’s going on between us. I don’t want that getting worse."
Her breath hitched, her hands tightening into fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself composed. Her voice trembled just slightly, "What? How could she think that? Do you want me to talk to her, clear things up?"
"No." Aaron replied without hesitation. "You don’t need to get involved. I’ll handle it."
Amelia frowned, voice tight, "But how can I not? This all started because of me. If I’d explained things better at the hospital, maybe you two wouldn’t have fought."
Aaron glanced at her hand resting on the desk, and his tone softened. "That wasn’t your fault."
Then, more gently, "Is your hand better?"
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