Matthew walked back into the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, only to find Dami standing frozen, eyes wide as she read the message on his phone.
"Washington, what are you doing?" he asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice as he quickly grabbed the phone from her hands and tucked it into his pocket.
"What's going on, Bruce? What does that text mean?" Dami demanded, her voice trembling with confusion and anger.
"It's nothing," Matthew said, trying to force a smile, but the guilt was evident on his face. "Just some work stuff, nothing for you to worry about."
Dami's eyes narrowed as she studied his expression. "Don't lie to me. This isn't just work stuff. Why the fuck would Arette try to kill herself? And what's this CML procedure? Why is Dominic Ferrari trying to erase Arette's memory?!"
Matthew's shoulders slumped, and he took a deep breath, looking away. "I... I can't explain right now. It's complicated."
