Julian's POV
The real estate agent babbled on, leading Kierra and me through the courtyard of the luxury apartment complex.
While I wasn't listening, my gaze was locked on a building just ahead.
Near the entrance, a man and a woman were wrapped in a tight embrace.
The woman was petite, wearing an apricot-colored plush coat.
I couldn't see her face, but that coat looked hauntingly familiar.
Aria had one just like it.
I remembered a time, years ago, when I offered to buy her a new wardrobe.
"I prefer to design and sew my own clothes, Julian," she had said, her voice soft. "That way, I can weave my own fragrance energy into the fabric. It heals, and it protects."
Back then, I thought it was a ridiculous waste of time.
Who would spend hours sewing a single jacket just to put sc
