d in Amelia's ears long after he had gone. She stood still for a moment, her fingers brushing over the back of the chair he had occupied for a snappy
ion. The clinking of ceramic was the only sound filling the room, accompanied by the hum of the
me the sound of sma
ing her schoolbag along the f
tle girl's expectant face. Hazel was barely seven, with her
ently, kneeling to meet Hazel's
s pushed in
holding with pride, stick figures holding hands beneath a bright sun, a house with smoke c
hug, inhaling the scent o
this is beautiful, darling. I'm sure Daddy
all should
I hope he makes it t
only with the innocent honesty of a child who wanted nothing more than
ntly, hmm? And when your birthday
ed and skipped off toward the door. Amelia followed behind, grabbing H
listened, smiling, though her thoughts drifted back to Adrian. She remembered the way he had responded that morning when she men
es. Watching her daughter run into the building with her backpack bouncing made her both proud
lly handle shopping, but Amelia found comfort in the simple act of choosing vegetables and smelling ripe fruit. It groun
e brioche. Even if he had barely touched his toast this morning, s
ly across the living room. Amelia placed the groceries in
l on a framed photo by the desk: the three of them smiling on a rare holiday at the beach. Adrian's arm had been looped around her shoulders, his
ushed the edge
t Adrian go?"
She quickly straightened, pulling it fr
s cheerful voice
ndered if that sigh was out of t
eeted, splaying her rig
ick up my call. What's up again? And
le played o
l. How are you? Leo
e, but don't eva
, saying nothing
, you sound like
ed. Clara knew
ere is still a lot
do," Clara teased knowingly. Then her tone softene
tly, though it did
next
at the boutique minutes before lunch. W
rolled
utique today was
ra interrupted, "how are
a chu
sales representatives walki
t. There is this Versace gown I want to get
gave in, "but I ain't
olish sometimes, this ritual of cooking meals Adrian rarely ate at home, but she couldn't stop herself