Aria's POV

Last night was still a blur to me.

I didn't even know when the call ended. Maybe Jason fell asleep with the phone still pressed to his ear, or maybe I did.

All I remember was the dull ache in my head and how my throat burned from the throaty crying.

It was morning, and the light spilt weakly through the closed curtains. On my lap was my mum's scarf.

I sat up and glanced around the room. That was it? She was really gone? Like gone and never coming back?

Bang. Bang. Bang. ...