Victor's POV
I stood outside Everhart Bakery, just a few feet away from the door. My thoughts were consumed by the sight of the bakery. The place where it all started, and where it all ended. I thought I could just walk in, talk to Selina, tell her I had returned. But something kept me rooted to the spot.
The old familiar ache stirred in me as I watched her through the window.
She wasn’t alone.
I saw her when she collided with someone. I wanted to help Selina since she was covered in flour, but I couldn’t find the strength to go up to her.
I watched her laugh at something the man beside her said, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm presence that contrasted with the warmth radiating from Selina. A gentle warmth in his eyes made something st
