Aria

　　"Aria, sweetheart get ready quickly. Okay?" Dad asked as he noticed me walk upstairs after I was done with a small baking session with mom.

　　"For what?" I asked, confused.

　　To keep my mind off of things, I had decided to bake some cookies with some and I'd be a lie if I said that it helped me in any sort of way. The entire time I had to force myself to concentrate on baking. It was as if there was no other thought left in my brain except for that ...