Amara's warmth still filled the room. Julian stood still for a second, his eyes moving slowly across the space, taking in the small details he had always overlooked before. Then his gaze landed on the desk.
The laptop. The open notebook. He hesitated. "I shouldn't…" he muttered under his breath. But his feet moved anyway. Drawn. Pulled.
He stepped closer, his eyes scanning the pages, names, sketches, notes, and ideas scattered across the paper with purpose. A clothing line. Julian blinked. "She's… starting something?"
A small, almost disbelieving smile tugged at his lips. And just like that…He saw her. Not the woman who had stood in that hospital room. Not the one who had pushed him away through tears. But her. The Amara he had fallen in love with. Strong. Determined. Unstoppable when she set her mind to something.
