Chapter 27 All That Lingers

The air smelled like jasmine again.

It always did in spring.

The blossoms clung to the fence like they'd never known another home.

Like they, too, had learned to stay.

I stood barefoot on the porch, wrapped in one of Damian's cardigans, a cup of tea in hand.

Arielle would be visiting this weekend.

Her first visit in months.

She'd been t