Two weeks after Vincent's death, Aria is throwing up in a gas station bathroom in Nevada.

This is the third time today.

The fifth time this week.

She tells herself it's stress. The adrenaline crash. The relief of finally being safe.

But deep down, she knows what it really is.

"You okay in there?" Dominic calls through the door.

"Fine. Just give me a minute."

She splashes water on her face. Looks at herself in the cracked mirror.

Pale. Tired. Different.

When did she start looking ...