A few weeks had passed since the fight, and my hands had finally healed. The bruises and cuts were gone, but the memories lingered. I sat in Ethan’s office while he examined my hands, turning them over gently as he checked for any signs of lingering damage.
Faruk stood behind him, arms crossed, his face etched with concern. “Are you sure?” he asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Ethan sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, Faruk. I’ve checked her over twice already. I’m the professional here, remember?”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Don’t mind him, Ethan. He worries too much.”
Faruk shot me a look, a mix of exasperation and relief in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. I knew he was just being protective, but sometimes it felt like he forgot I could take care of m
