Just then, Aaron set down his utensils, his brow furrowing. He listened quietly for a few more seconds, then sighed. “Got it. I’ll head back now.”“What’s going on?” Archer asked as Aaron ended the call.“Not exactly sure. Sounds like Fifi had a fight with Mark and is throwing a fit at home. My mom wants me to come talk her down and take her home.”As he stood, Aaron grabbed his jacket and car keys, glancing at Melvin, who was still happily eating. “Archer, can you take me home later?”Technically, this kind of mess should’ve been handled by Grace, since she was closer to the Chancer family. But Grace didn’t dare call Archer, and Fifi had practically grown up in the Duncan household, so they still saw her as one of their own. Aaron had always accepted her as a little sister, and when something went wrong, he couldn’t just ignore it.Archer set down his fork and wiped his hands. “I’ll come with you.”Aria followed too, and Aaron nodded, bringing Melvin along.To his credit, Melvi
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