~Amelia~
The next morning, after dropping the kids at school, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for another day at work. I wore my favorite professional outfit, a navy blue blazer paired with a crisp white shirt, hoping to exude confidence despite the lingering discomfort from the previous evening's encounter.
As I walked into the bustling hospital, I tried to focus on her duties. But the thoughts kept drifting back to Desmond's unexpected visit. With determination, I pushed aside my concerns and headed toward my office, hoping for a normal day ahead.
Just as I settled into my routine, I found myself face-to-face with Desmond in the hallway. His eyes lingered on her, and a faint smile played on his lips. "Good morning, Amelia," he greeted, his tone slightly too warm for comfort.
