Aria's POV

I lost track of how long I had been tied down on the hard uncomfortable bed, waiting for my death sentence. I had cried so much that it felt like all my tears had dried up, so I had nothing left to cry.

I hated this feeling. The feeling of hopelessness and despair that sat heavy in my chest.

I knew that Knox would find me. There was no doubt about that, but the main issue was the state he would find me in. Would I be dead by then? Or would I have been seriously ...