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"It's my fault, really," she said, "I've overworked you. Once we're back, you should just rest."

Lysander didn't say a word, and Rosalind, picking up on the cue, fell silent as well.

Thalassa had already turned down Callum, insisting she didn't need a ride from him. But he was adamant about taking her home.

It was her own fault for not driving today. Thinking she might indulge in a few drinks, she had opted for a cab ride to avoid driving under the influence. Little did she know, this would become Callum's excuse to offer her a ride back.

Sitting in the backseat, Thalassa watched the scenery flash by in reverse through the window.

Callum, behind the wheel, occasionally glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. Noting her melancholic gaze out the window and the furrow in her brow, he said, "It's been three years, but you seem even thinner than before."

floating in the quiet of the car, pulled Thalassa back to the moment. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering

compliment," Callum said, a smile in

Thalassa replied instinctively, turning her gaze back to

brakes hard, causing Thalassa to lurch forward. She quickly steadied herself against the seat,

an accident up ahead.

Thalassa saw that a car had hit a pedestrian, who now lay on the ground, while the driver had stopped and was

Callum's car coming to a halt, a line of vehicles behind

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the accident vehicle stepped out, approached the person on the ground, and said, "Ma'am, my driver has already offered to take you to the hospital for a full check-up. We'll

Then, if I get sick later, who do I turn to?" The person on the ground was a woman, her voice loud and clear despite her disheveled and dirty appearance. Her face smeared with dirt, making it hard to identify her,

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