Page 43 of Aydin

“Completely understand,” Rebecca said.

“Did you cook?” Aydin inquired.

“Leftover squash and meatloaf,” Rebecca answered.

“Are you hungry?” Aydin wondered.

“No. It’s still pretty early.”

“You’ll stay here until we get the people behind this.”

“I need to head to the office.”

“You’ll have to work from here.”

“Huh?”

“You can’t leave the house, Amelia.”

“Aydin, that’s ridiculous.”

His nostrils flared.

“What’s ridiculous is you going behind my back and keeping something from me.”

“I didn’t go behind your back.”

“I told you the minute something changes to call me.”

I turned my head away from him.

“Aydin, let me talk to her,” Rebecca jumped in, and I felt a little relief that she understood my side.

“She’s not leaving.”

“You’re not my—”

He glared at me, and I caught myself before I answered.

“Amelia, come to the kitchen.” Rebecca rubbed my back.

She stepped in behind me, motioned to take a seat at the island, then turned to open the fridge and removed a jug of water.

“How long have you worked with Aydin?”

Rebecca placed the jug in front of me and grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet.

“Not very long.”

“He’s my oldest and can be a little stubborn.”

“Extremely.”

“Here you go.” She pushed the glass toward me.

“Thanks.” I took a sip.

“You’re used to having all the answers.”

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