Chapter 122The silence in the chem lab stretched taut between them, thick enough to taste. Leon’s heart still hammered from the weight of Aaron’s stare, from the memories he couldn’t quite shove down. The faint fizzing of a forgotten earlier demo echoed softly in the background, but neither of them paid it any attention. Leon cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the role he knew best—tutor, student, survivor.“Before we start,” Aaron said, his voice cutting through the quiet with surprising gentleness. He reached down into his hockey bag and pulled out a worn black sketchbook, the pages slightly dog-eared at the corners. It looked out of place in his strong hands, more personal than Leon had expected from someone like Aaron Blake. Aaron flipped it open to a page covered in chemical equations, crossed-out attempts, arrows pointing in every direction, and notes scribbled in the margins. “I was working on the assignment last night. The balancing one. Look at this and tell me if
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