The corrected prescription for Sebastian Kane was still warm from the printer when I heard the soft, unmistakable click of heels approaching the pharmacy counter again. I looked up from my verification screen, and there she was, Mrs. Kane, returning far sooner than I’d expected. I immediately reached for the small paper bag Chloe had just brought over, the corrected label crisp under my fingertips. "Here's your medication," I said, my voice careful, professional. I handed it to her, the paper crinkling softly in the quiet space between us."Thank you," she said, her tone as measured as before. She accepted the bag, her manicured fingers steady, but instead of turning to leave, she remained, her gaze holding mine. There was something thoughtful in her expression, a calm assessment that seemed to see past the practiced neutrality I wore like armor. In that instant, I became acutely aware of the faint tension still coiled in my shoulders, a stubborn remnant of the morning's violation.
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