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ally have to we
n the doorway with a pout only a five-year-old could perfect. Aria's tiny ha
id, fighting a smile as she flipped a panca
pink is for babies," Aria
ftly. "And what d
her chin proudly. "That I
pancake onto a plate shaped like a cat's face and drizzled syrup wi
fortress - pancakes, gentle chatter, a school run, her café
na, "theirs
rough the window, catching in Aria's curls - dark brown, rich, and a little too familiar. Every now and then, Elena caugh
away before her th
th half-full of pancake, "do you
e. The sound of syrup dripping
id when that question came. "Maybe," she sai
y satisfied by that small piece of
of hair behind her daughter's ear. "
"You tell me
ute they took every morning. The streets were lined with small shops, all of which she knew by name: the
that way. She didn't need grand gestures or head
morning air buzzed with chatter. Aria squeeze
said, letting her run toward
er mixing with the sound of squeaky swings and teacher greetings.
he hea
" one of the older boys s
a fr
rs stiffened. "I didn
"Sure. Maybe he
arp, deep - from a voic
immaculate even in the playground dust. He had the kind of c
yes narrowing slightly at t
tely, muttering an apo
ished. The kind of man who belonged in boardrooms, not schoolyards. His hair was dark, neatly styled; his
. Sharp,
level, his voice softenin
gging her rabbit toy. "They
ion - a strange, almost imperceptible
e way Aria stared up at him
y managed, stepping clo
he turned toward her, El
as the sudden, inexplicable pull in her chest, the kind that
et smooth. "Adrian Blackwood. I'm her
d automatically. "And th
ack to Elena. Something unspoken passed between
. "You have my eyes,
nked. "You
ed a soft laugh. "Aria notices d
dn't quite reach his eyes. "She'
his name from across the yard. "Mr
more. "Be kind, little one," he said qui
uldn't shake the feeling that the ground had shift
ugged her sleev
trying to smile
n hall, her fingers trembled slightly around the strap of
hose
were

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