ARIA

I gasped when I saw who was at the door.

He might have aged over time but there he stood...

Tall, towering over the doorway like a dark shadow from the past.

His scar old and part of his new features...but unmistakable.

Ross.

“Aria dear, good morning. Won't you come on down?”

My feet wouldn't move. The last time I saw this guy he tried to hurt me. I barely made it out unscathed. I contemplated staying where I was or going downstairs.

If I didn't go down, I ...