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Lily’s POV
I sighed exhaustedly as I walked down the stairs, ready to tell Adrian that I didn’t need him to stay for dinner when the scent hit me. Cedarwood and spice. No. I shouldn’t be smelling that unless I was now hallucinating. But I wasn’t. Someone was using Ethan’s scent. I looked around, my eyes searching until it landed on him.
I gripped the railing, nausea rising in my throat as I stared at him, his sleeves rolled up and a familiar watch glinting on his wrist. Ethan’s wrist watch.
Oh my God.
I had barely been able to meet his eyes when he looked up at me, dark gaze steady, as if daring me to say something. To demand why he was slipping into the spaces Ethan had left behind.
I said nothing, because if I said anything, then I’d have to acknowledge the fact that I have been
