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"Sensory stimuli, like scent and taste, are directly connected to the limbic system, which governs emotion and deep memory," Dr. Tan explained smoothly, though her eyes remained watchful. "It is not unusual for your heart to recognize familiar comfort long before your conscious mind processes it." Apo stepped forward, clearing his throat loudly to interrupt the conversation. "Doctor, she needs rest. Can I take her home now?" "Yes, Khun Apo," Dr. Tan said quietly. "Ensure she takes her prescribed medication and rests in a dark room. And Oom, don't force yourself to make sense of every emotion right now. Let things happen naturally." Oom nodded tiredly, slipping off the exam table. But as Apo took her arm to lead her out, her mind didn't linger on her headache or the doctor's warnings. It lingered on the single, tearful sentence that had echoed in her ear right before Apo had barged through the door: 'You're very clumsy...' Why had those words, spoken in that trembling, heartbroken voice, sounded less like a reprimand and more like an old, cherished secret? By 6:00 PM, the golden hour of Bangkok twilight streamed into Saraya Pâtisserie. Orm had returned from her flower shop next door, sitting on one of the tall barstools while Lena wiped down the coffee machine for the final time that day. Bam stood behind the glass display, painstakingly organizing the remaining pastries into neat rows. "Lena told me what happened this afternoon," Orm said softly, leaning her chin on her palm. "Are you alright, Bam?" Bam didn't stop her work. "I am fine, Orm." "You're not fine," Orm corrected gently. "You're doing that thing where you make every cake slice alignment precisely three millimeters apart so you don't have to feel your own chest hurting." Bam's hands paused over a tray of lemon tarts. She closed her eyes for three long seconds before reopening them, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was holding her waist, Orm. The way he looked at me, he knows." Orm swapped a somber look with Lena. "Apo Nattawin? Her family's senior associate?" "He recognized me the moment he looked at my face," Bam said, her tone laced with a quiet, devastating certainty. "And he made sure to take her away before I could say another word." "Bam Saralee." Lena spoke up, stepping closer, her voice filled with fierce loyalty. "You can't let him keep pulling her away. Khun Oom came back here on her own today! Even when she was sick, even when she could barely walk, this bakery was the only place she wanted to come to." Bam turned her head, looking at the stool where Oom usually sat every morning. "She asked for an Oreo cake and a coffee today," Bam murmured, a faint, agonizingly tender smile breaking through her stoic expression. "Even when her head was splitting open, she asked for the cake I made for her." Before Orm or Lena could answer, the silver chime above the front entrance rang out with a sharp, heavy tone. Standing in the doorway was Apo Nattawin. His expression was dark, his posture rigid as he stepped into the dining area. He didn't glance at the pastries or the decor, his eyes locked directly onto Bam. "Bam," Apo said coldly. "Can we talk?" #oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam #austory

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