Chapter 19
NAOMI POV
The apartment smelled like dust and old candle wax, untouched long enough that the air itself felt like it belonged to someone I used to be. I hadn't been back since the morning of the wedding, when I'd stopped by to grab a box of things I never ended up unpacking at the Voss estate. Everything was exactly where I'd left it. A coffee mug in the sink. A cardigan over the back of a kitchen chair. A version of my life that had simply paused, waiting for me to come back to it.
Julian stood just inside the door, looking around slowly, like he was trying to reconcile the woman who lived here with the one he'd married.
"You never mentioned this place," he said.
"I never had a reason to. It's small. It's nothing like what you're used to." I flipped on a lamp, and the room
