I wake up in the middle of the night, the apartment dark and silent. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I groan at the dull pain in my back. I've been sleeping on the couch, and the discomfort is a harsh reminder of the hours spent in an awkward position.
As I fight to wake up fully, I overhear Aamon and Meredith talking in hushed tones. I can tell from their voices they're arguing, so I feign sleep, keen to hear what they're saying. Their secretive behavior piques my curiosity.
"I knew that an old hag like you wouldn't understand, but now, you're blowing it out of proportion!" Aamon hisses.
"Is that so? It will destroy her! How can you stand here and pretend you care about her after what you did?" Meredith retorts.
They continue arguing, and I hold my breath, fearing they might realize I
