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"Mama. What are you doing here?" Melody asked in surprise, looking at the person walking into her hospital room. Today was the day she was finally getting discharged, and despite the lingering anxiety, she couldn't wait to go home. Or rather, to Melanie's home—which she still didn't know much about, except for what Adir had briefly described. That part made her nervous.

But she had already come up with a plan. A simple, harmless plan that would save her from having to awkwardly wander around looking for Melanie's room or acting too out of place. She was going to twist her ankle.

Yes. A little twist—nothing serious—but enough to win her exactly what she wanted. Because after being on the receiving end of Adam's care these past few days, she knew very well how he reacted to even the smallest injury. If she so much as winced, Adam would be by her side. If she limped, he wouldn't hesitate to carry her.