Aria's POV

My foster mother stared at me for a moment or two before she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, it's you.” She said coolly. Then she stepped inside, leaving the door open.

I didn't know if I should take that as an invitation to come in.

“Close the fucking door behind you, will ya!” She ordered, and I quickly hurried in and closed the door.

My foster mother, Felicia, AKA Mama Felz, was a tough woman in her sixties. She was barely 5 feet tall, but she was ...