Eira nodded.
Then, bringing the scarf closer to her nose, she inhaled deeply. Her lips curled upward in quiet recognition.
"Yes … it carries Mama's smell. Eira loves it. She can never mistake it."
Karl didn't know if it was truly that hard to understand … or if he simply lacked the ability.
Because he certainly didn't understand what smell she was talking about.
From what he knew, her mother left shortly after she was born. That meant she shouldn't have any real memory of her at all. And if there were no memories … how could she remember a scent?
And was that even possible … to hold on to a fragrance for so long?
He watched the little girl for a long moment, searching her expression ... trying to decipher something beyond her words.
But he failed.
Not having anyWother means, he could only ask her gently. "What smell, princess? Can you let Fourth Uncle smell once?"
