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Then Max got excited. He suggested she study fashion design.
He thought Aria had talent. Quick fingers, a sharp mind, and ideas that seemed to come from nowhere.
Aria couldn't help but smile bitterly. Creative ideas? She didn't just imagine things. She heard them too.
Ever since losing her second child in the ocean, her mind had been playing tricks on her.
Now, she was seeing things too. She'd suddenly see a glass box in front of her, with her baby inside, moving around and yawning.
But the images came and went so quickly.
Desperate to find her child, she searched constantly, sometimes late into the night.
She checked every corner of the house: bedrooms, balcony, bathroom, kitchen.
She was convinced that if she just tried hard enough, she would fin
