Aria's POV

The old man rested his hand on the shoulder of a small figure standing beside him.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw the little boy, maybe five years old, standing there. He had Alexander's sharp jaw and the same piercing eyes, but his hair was a tangle of dark, unruly curls. He wore a small navy blue sweater, looking like a miniature version of the man standing beside me.

The boy's eyes fixed on mine, and his small hand gripped the old man's pants.

My arms trembled, as if the