Aria POV

　　As we drove to my parents' house, I could feel my nerves starting to fray. I was nervous about seeing them and even more nervous about what they might say to me. I was afraid that they would be angry with me or try to make me feel bad about my choices. I just wanted them to understand and accept me for who I am.

　　When we pulled up to the house, I took a deep breath and tried to steel myself for the conversation to come. Layla squeezed my hand and gave me ...