ARIA’S POV

My fingers shook as I unfolded the small paper, my breath catching with every crease that opened. My heart raced, loud enough that I thought the walls could hear it.

Change of plan, love.

K.

That was it. Just those words, neat and sharp like they were hiding something bigger. I turned the page over, hoping for more, but it was empty. The silence that followed was deafening.

I read it again and again, trying to piece together what he meant. He hadn’t asked why I didn't make it ...