ARIA

Every time I take a deep breath, it's impossible for me to ignore just how tightly the knots in my stomach are tied.

What the hell was that?

I've been home for hours, and I'm terrified that Uncle Barty will snap at me for what happened. And he'll have every right to because he specifically asked me to stay out of trouble, and what did I do?

I got myself into the kind of trouble from which there's no return, that's what.

Only this time, it isn't my fault at all. I didn't ask for any of ...