The next day, Julian came back.
Ethan answered the door.
Julian stood outside. Dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't shaved. A bag hung from his hand.
"It's something she used to love." He held the bag out. "The shop moved. It took me a long time to find it."
Ethan didn't take it.
"Mr. Hayes, she doesn't need it anymore."
"I know." He smiled bitterly. "But I still wanted to bring it."
Ethan looked at him. "Even if you give it to her, she won't eat it. Do you know her taste? Do you know what she likes now?"
Julian froze.
"You don't." Ethan said plainly. "Because all these years, the only person whose tastes you knew was Nadia."
Julian's face went pale, inch by inch.
Ethan closed the door.
After that day, Julian started coming every day.
Sometimes flowers. Sometimes food. Somet
