Aria's POV

My phone buzzed on the nightstand with a finality that made my stomach turn. I didn’t even have to look at the screen to know who it was. For forty-eight hours, I had been caught in a digital crossfire. On one side, Timi—his name flashing across my screen every twenty minutes, leaving voicemails that I refused to play, sending long, rambling texts that I scrolled through with a numb heart. On the other side, Lina.

I picked up the phone.

Lina: Aria, I love you. You are my ...