"I'm sorry," Sharon said, her voice strained. "I've been caught up in things lately, and I let your treatment slip. I'll take over the rest of it myself, going forward."Thomas lay still, shadows shifting deep in his eyes."It's fine," he said. "Julliard is your friend. He's sick and in the hospital, so of course he comes first. As for me, it's nothing more than a little insomnia. It won't kill me. You don't need to worry about it so much."His tone was flat, giving nothing away, no accusation, no wounded pride, just a plain statement of fact. And yet, it left her with an ache she couldn't quite name."I told you I'd see your treatment through properly," she said. "I meant that. This is my responsibility. I dropped the ball before. I won't again."He finally turned his head, his gaze settling back on her face.His eyes were deep and still, like an ancient well without a single ripple.Under that look, Sharon felt as though every bit of her composure had been seen straight throug
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