Aria's POV

I sat at the entrance of the therapist’s office, my fingers tightening around my phone as I scrolled through the old messages I had sent to Adrian over the past few months. My chest felt heavy, guilt gnawing at the edges of my heart. I had loved him genuinely, so the feelings was slightly making me feel bad. Not even after learning that he was involved in an accident.

And he still had me in mind. That made it even worse.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, fighting back the sting of ...