Daisy's pov
The moment I stepped into his large living room, I immediately felt nostalgic. This was a place that I visited when I was a kid and seeing that he hadn't changed any of the furniture warmed my heart.
There was Deep mahogany shelving along one wall, framed photographs arranged without vanity, and a fireplace that had clearly seen real use.
The furniture was old but well kept, old that came from quality rather than neglect. I sat on the sofa nearest the window and folded my hands in my lap and waited.
It didn't take long and I could hear the sound of his footsteps walking up the stairs.
Aiden Carriton had always been one of those men that age seemed to have no effect on them at all since he could still perform most of his activities without worrying a bit.
He was in his l
