Aria

“Leave the clothes. I’ll get them myself,” I told Yvonne, but she didn’t even flinch.

She kept folding like I hadn’t said a word, her brows pulled together in that quiet, stubborn way she had. She’d been showing up every day since I got hurt, despite me telling her she didn’t have to.

That I needed space. That I was fine.

“I’m not leaving without packing them. And I want to see you out myself today,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

I sighed, leaning back against ...