AUTHOR’S POV

Liam burst through the door, breathless, his eyes scanning the room in confusion. Shattered glass glittered across the floor like scattered stars. Aria stood among the broken pieces, a crumpled paper in her trembling hand.

“Aria, stop!” he shouted, rushing forward.

But she didn’t hear him, or maybe she did and just didn’t care. Her bare feet stepped over the shards, thin streaks of blood trailing behind her.

“Aria, you’re bleeding,” Liam said, grabbing her ...