"Come and try it, Hudson. It's my first time making this, so you have to tell me if I messed it up. I want to get it right."
Hudson's stomach was empty, and the soup smelled decent. Maybe it would help.
He'd only ever eaten Jade's recovery meals; he'd never tried anyone else's.
Maybe she wasn't the only one who could fix him.
Hudson pulled out a chair and sat across from Amara.
Amara pushed the bowl toward him and set the spoon by his hand, her attention focused entirely on him.
With her hair styled softly and her dress fitting her perfectly, she almost looked like Jade in the dim light.
Hudson felt a moment of disorientation. He picked up the spoon and took a sip.
The second the soup hit his tongue, his body's first instinct was to spit it out.
It wasn't that it was bad. It was just... okay. Perfectly average. Unremarkable.
But he'd been spoiled by the best. To him, this was almost unbearable.
His body and his mind both rejected it immediately.
"How is it?" Amara asked, her eyes full of hope.
She'd gone to the trouble of cooking for him for the first time; he didn't want to crush her spirits.
Hudson forced himself to swallow the mouthful.
"It's fine."
Amara beamed, but a second later, Hudson put the spoon down.
"Don't do this again. Rosa and Jade take care of me. You should be at home with Cortney. She needs you more than I do."
The smile died on Amara's face, and she looked down, sounding crushed.
"I... I just wanted to help."
"I don't need it."
Hudson leaned back, his voice flat.
"Go home."
Amara bit her lip but didn't move.
Hudson went upstairs, changed his clothes, and drove straight to Jade's studio.
He reached the door and started pounding on it.
"Jade! Get out here! Jade, I'm outside. Open the door!"
He wasn't going to let her ruin his appetite and then just abandon him.
She was responsible for this.
A few moments later, the door clicked open.
"Jade—"


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