MIA’S POV
Jason’s office smelled exactly the same. Clean. Polished. Controlled. Like nothing in his life ever slipped out of place.
I stood just at the door for a second longer than necessary, letting my gaze sweep across the room the dark wood desk, the floor to ceiling windows, unlike Ethan’s own that faces the city his faces into the flower garden his mother owned.
Familiar.
Too familiar I always loved staring into the garden with the brightest smile on my face.
Once upon a time, I had imagined myself here. Sitting across from him, planning a future that now felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.
“Mia.”
His voice pulled me back. Soft.
Careful. Like he was approaching something fragile. I turned, forcing a small smile onto my lips.
“Jason.” He looked… relieved, happy, e
