Grant

“Should we leave?” I leaned in and murmured the question close to Aria’s ear, low enough that only she could hear. “I heard my father won’t be back until tomorrow.”

She didn’t respond right away. Her eyes were locked on the living room, watching it like it was something... foreign. Off.

Her breath hitched slightly, her chest rising with a sharp inhale that didn’t quite settle.

“You okay?” I asked, catching the tension in her posture.

“Yeah,” she said, too ...