Aria's POV
When I emerged from the building nearly two hours later, exhausted and eager to finally tackle my project proposal at home.
I was startled to see the Moores' Mercedes still parked at the curb.
The door opened immediately, and Mrs. Moore herself stepped out, moving to take my arm with surprising energy for someone her age.
"Miss Smith! You work far too hard. I'm certain you haven't eaten dinner, have you?" Her concern felt achingly genuine. "Please, let us treat you to a proper meal before you go back to working."
"That's right," Mr. Moore added, his tone serious. "We noticed the entire building cleared out over an hour ago. We've been quite worried about you pushing yourself like this."
Something in my chest tightened painfully.
I couldn't remember the las
