Aria's POV
It had been a few days since we arrived back in Australia, and everything had returned to a predictable routine. My classes kept me occupied, and per Jameson’s suggestion, I had started taking cooking lessons with the chef. The days passed in a cycle—studying, cooking, and occasionally calling Mia to check up on her. Our call frequency had gone back to normal, yet something still didn’t feel right.
Jameson had disappeared.
He left shortly after we arrived, and I had no idea where he went. No texts, no calls—nothing. At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. He wasn’t obligated to check in with me, and I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to reach out first. But the more time passed, the harder it became to ignore the urge to check up on him.
I had even considered using ou
