Grant

I stared at the documents the investigators had sent: pictures, transcripts, and timelines. All pointing to one brutal truth: Aria had approached me intentionally. To get into the family. To infiltrate my world. To get back at Hunter.

And somehow, I wasn’t shocked anymore.

I was numb. Maybe because I had pondered on this for two days while Aria was lying in the hospital.

I stood up, walked to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and drank until my stomach refused another drop.

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