CHAPTER THREEThe rain had stopped, but the city air tasted like wet pavement and exhaust.Aria didn't go to a dingy motel. She didn't have to.Her taxi dropped her off in front of a quiet, unassuming brick building uptown—a place where the security guard knew her only by the name *Vance*, her mother's maiden name. She paid the driver in cash, pulled her canvas bag over her shoulder, and climbed the stairs to the fourth-floor corner suite she had quietly rented six months ago.It was her sanctuary. A place that belonged entirely to her.Inside, the apartment smelled of old paper and fresh eucalyptus. There were no vaulted marble ceilings, no reminders of corporate boardrooms, and no lingering scent of Adrian's expensive sandalwood cologne.She set her canvas bag on the wooden floor, unzipped it, and pulled out her laptop. Her hands were steady, but her chest felt hollow—a strange, echoing ache where her heart used to beat so frantically for him.She plugged the laptop into the wall,
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