After dinner, Wendy picked up her phone and dialed home. While I was out on the balcony, I overheard her calmly say, "Dad, it's me… Yeah… We ran into Penelope today."On the other end, Mr. Hamilton sounded tense. "What's wrong? Is Sam okay?""There are marks on his wrist." Her tone remained composed, but I could hear the underlying iciness. "She caused a scene at the cafe and splashed coffee on me."Mrs. Hamilton grabbed the phone, panic rising in her voice. "What? How's Samuel? Is he hurt? Is he okay? Does he need to go to the hospital?""Mom, calm down," Wendy reassured. "He's fine; he's just kind of shaken. I gave him some warm milk, and he's feeling much better now.""That poor young man…" Mrs. Hamilton sounded heartbroken. "Can he talk right now? I'd like to say a few words to him.""Give him some time to rest first." Wendy glanced toward the balcony. "By the way, Dad, aren't the Riveras bidding on that Easturean project?"Mr. Hamilton caught on immediately. "I see. I'll ge
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