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Chapter 16 The Apron

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 08:09:20

Aurora stood alone in the farmhouse kitchen. She was reorganizing the deep storage shelves.

She opened the heavy wooden pantry door.

A garment hung on a brass hook behind the door. It was a cooking apron. It was slightly worn and featured a faded floral print.

Aurora knew exactly whose it was. Miya had cooked in this kitchen. Her personal things were still here. Julian had simply never removed them.

Aurora had vegetables to prep for the evening meal. Her hands needed to be free. She needed to p
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