Amelia’s POV
Silence is all that lingers afterwards, as Dominic’s eyes remain on the pile of reports spread across the table. My life in the past five years, my most private struggles, laid right in front of both of us in black and white medical terms.
I hate how it is I feel seeing that he somehow goes cold. Because now, when I look at him all I see is something I don’t want to see. Something I don’t care about. Regret and pity.
The look on his face—the same face and poise that was this close got having me devoured a couple of minutes ago, now softens as though I’m some fragile object he realized he broke in the past.
I hate it. And I hate this for myself.
“You’ve read enough,” I snap, reaching for the papers littered around the table. My voice harsher than intended it to be.
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