"Umm... Aunt Norma was quite upset about how everything ended," Aisha admitted. She couldn't meet his eyes, instead fiddling nervously with the edge of her scarf. "She was really looking forward to our marriage." A faint, remorseful smile touched her lips. "Anyways, I made sure she wouldn't blame you for any of it. I was the one, who from the beginning, was... selfish."
Karmen's expression remained unreadable. He shifted his weight, glancing back at the glass entrance of the hospital. "I have to go inside now. Can't leave Juniper alone for long," he said, his tone flat. "Take care, Aisha."
He turned to leave, but Aisha's soft voice stopped him again, laden with obvious guilt.
"Karmen... I'm so sorry. Again," she whispered.
He paused, not turning around, and let out a quiet sigh. "Don't say sorry all the time," Karmen advised, his voice firmer now. "It's already over, Aisha. There's no use dwelling on the past and feeling wrong about it."
