Dahlia lay down, her nose covered with her palm, inhaling the scent of Adrian's cologne. Ever since she fell ill, it was the only scent she could tolerate. The fragrance made her think of her husband... she refused to believe he was dead. No matter how much Bella tried to convince her to stop using his cologne because of her condition, she couldn’t. She clung to its scent like it was her lifeline. Even Mason had pleaded, reasoned, and lectured her until he gave up. But Dahlia remained adamant.... Adrian wasn’t dead. Even when Bella took the cologne away, she cried so hard it triggered a fever on top of her illness. In the end, they left her alone.
She wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks as memories of him flooded back... the first time they met, the certainty that he was her so
