A R I A N A

I rushed out of the café, blinded by tears just wanting to get away, I wasn't watching where I was going.

I bumped hard into someone, stumbling backward strong hands reached out to steady me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, trying to pull away.

"Ariana?"

I looked up.

It was Angelo.

He was staring down at me, his face full of surprise.

His eyes moved over my face, his expression changing as he saw the red mark on my cheek from where my mother ...