Ben had been walking on eggshells around Melody since her accident, but had been trying his best not to show it. After her initial convalescence he'd resumed the same schedule he usually had with work, and he'd been spending a lot of time with his daughter. He might have been tempted to think things were going to be okay after all, but he knew better than to stop holding his breath. They had been doing fine lately, but they had too much history. There was always time for the other shoe to drop.

Now she wanted to talk, so this might have been it. He tried to remain casual and not jump to conclusions. "Sure," he said lightly, leaning back from the letter he'd been writing at the desk. "What about?"

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