She waved a hand dismissively, then refocused on Maya. “My point is—science, medicine, and my extremely advanced brain all agree on one thing.”
She raised both hands like she was delivering a final verdict.
“Never. Ever. Go. To. Bed. Angry.”
She nodded solemnly, as if sealing a sacred oath. “It’s medically irresponsible.”
A snap of her fingers. “Bad for your heart, your brain, and your future hot old-people era.”
Then she flashed a grin and a thumbs-up straight at the lens. “Okay! Wisdom dispensed. You’re welcome.”
The screen flickered and went dark, leaving the room in a sudden, awkward stillness.
Maya stared at the dark monitor, heat creeping up her neck.
Damien exhaled slowly.
“…She’s not wrong,” he said at last.
And somehow, that only made it worse.
The silence stretched—th
