The Enemy's Embrace

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nding with the faint jazz playing in the background. The warm aroma of roasted coffee beans wra

aming through the glass. He's scrolling through his phone, unaware of the w

rp angles of his face and the way his

at we lost. Unlike him, I take after Mom- lighter hair,

nking, flick the back of his

me as he rubs the back of

cross from him. "You are so easy to mess with.

th but doesn't hide the small smirk

I ask, nodding at the co

might actually be

When I turn back to him, he's leaning back in his chair, h

this all about? You said Asher Kin

support. The words don't come easily, but I force them out. "O

fens, his eyes narrowing like a predator catchi

ss," I say, keep

aeve? What did he say? What did he want?" His v

n claiming he was experiencing memory gaps, how he mentioned an estate he co

pled under his chin. "Let me get this straight," he says slowly. "He has just bee

. "It is not uncommon. Trauma

sneer. "You think he is traumatized? The man

I don't know, okay? But it is possible. Gui

ight. Not after the mess he left us with. Not after the way he left you. You were a kid who saw her parents die bruta

ng. "But this isn't about what he deserves. It i

ut blackouts and an estate he can

start," I

And what do you plan to do with that start, huh? P

my gaze droppin

right, we do have a chance here, Maeve. A chance to get just

l" I start, but

irmly. "You are in a posi

rgue. "I am his doctor, not s

ning forward again. "And they deserve justice.

ow, watching as a couple walks by, their kid between them, laughing and

tray everything I have w

is right," he says just as

weight of his words

ch as I hate to ad

say, my voice steady. "I will pay him a visit. Tr

face, but it is filled with some

get used to it," I mutter, but

am going to go beg

desperate enough t