Nora was in no mood to waste words on Aaron. She walked past him, changed her shoes, and grabbed some ingredients from the fridge, handing them to Nathan.
“Here.”
“If you have anything else at your place, you can add it.”
“Do you have sauce?”
Nathan took the items and nodded. “I do.”
Nora grunted in acknowledgment. “Good.”
Nathan gave a slight wave. “Get some rest.”
With that, he turned and walked straight to the apartment opposite hers.
As his door opened, Aaron, who had been completely ignored, finally snapped back to reality. He didn’t say anything at first, instead slipping inside Nora’s apartment just as she was about to close the door.
“Nora, why didn’t you tell me your captain lives right across from you?”
Nora shot him an impatient glance. “What is it you want?”
Aaron pouted. “I told you, didn’t I? I came to make you a late-night snack.”
He pulled Nora into the kitchen and pointed to the pot of soup simmering on the stove. “You worked so late. I made some soup for you so you can eat before you go to sleep.”
Aaron gazed at Nora, his eyes full of affection. “Nora, I know I’ve neglected you lately, but you have to believe me, you’re the only one for me.”
Nora’s brow twitched.
After seven years with Aaron, Nora knew him all too well. He only said things like this when he felt guilty.
“It’s a classic stress response, Aaron. When you lie, the tissues in your nose actually engorge slightly, making it itch. It's a dead giveaway. At the same time, to make their words more believable, they’ll subconsciously repeat what they’ve said. You just kept insisting you did nothing, which means you’re feeling guilty because you actually did do something.”
Aaron’s composure shattered. “What are you doing, Nora? Am I a suspect? Are you using your professional skills to interrogate me?”
“Deflecting! And you’re looking everywhere but at me—that’s visual blocking. Combined, it’s a classic avoidance tactic, which means I hit a nerve and you can’t face me.”
“Enough!” Aaron erupted in fury. “That’s enough, Nora!”
“Don’t think you’re some kind of expert just because you studied a little psychology. You’re a medical examiner, so stick to examining bodies. You think you’re some kind of super detective? Let me tell you, everything you just said is complete nonsense!”
“Is it?” Nora’s tone was chillingly calm. “Fine. We won’t talk about that.”
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to flash a smile and try to smooth things over when she spoke again. “Remember when I asked you how my mom was doing?”

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