The Romano mansion was unusually quiet that evening. Golden sunlight filtered through the massive windows of the library, painting the room in warm shades of orange and gold.
For the first time in months, hope existed inside those walls. Not the desperate hope that Aria had clung to every night while waiting for Rafael to wake up.
This time, they had something solid. A possibility.
The doctor's words still echoed inside their minds.
"Don't force his memories."
"Create experiences."
"Let him feel his past naturally."
And that was exactly why Noah had called Aria to meet into the library.
The moment she entered, she found Noah sitting on the couch surrounded by papers, maps, notebooks, and what looked like several travel brochures.
Aria blinked.
"What happened here?"
Noah looked up dramatically.
"The future happened."
Aria immediately sighed.
"That explains absolutely nothing."
Noah grinned.
"Sit."
