ARIA’S POV

I sat on the bed, my eyes glued to the door. Somehow, I had managed to make it back to the room, though my legs barely carried me. I didn’t know how many hours had passed or maybe it was days. I just sat there, unmoving.

Who could blame me? I’d just watched a mother stab her own stomach… just to cover up her lies.

Tears had dried on my face, leaving sore marks under my eyes. The only thing reminding me I was still alive was the hurried footsteps echoing outside the ...