Time seemed to slow down considerably, almost like it was frozen...
Freya picked up Little Mia, ready to stand up, while in the upstairs bathroom, Charlotte soaked in the bathtub with a half-open window, smelling the floral scent carried by the night breeze and the aroma of bread baked by Mrs. Rose next door. But she also caught a familiar scent.
A heart, usually calm and gentle, suddenly throbbed intensely, making her shiver.
She suddenly realized something and quickly stood up from the bathtub.
Without bothering to put on clothes, she wrapped only in a big bath towel and rushed downstairs.
Because she just smelled that very familiar and distinctly layered musk, a scent unique to one man—never smelled on anyone else.
For years, the aroma and presence of this man had haunted her like a nightmare.
She thought that in this foreign land, she would never feel it again, but unexpectedly, it struck again tonight.
