~Aiden~

I woke up with a rumbling stomach. I blinked, groaning. Although my stomach sang, my head still ached, not from wine, but from thoughts that refused to leave me alone.

Thoughts about Riya.

Even now, when she was gone, she lived rent-free in my mind. The poor, innocent girl who had lost everything because of me, because of my father's bad decisions. I hated that it still lingered.

I sat up and rubbed my face. Why her? Why couldn’t I just move on?

I dragged myself toward the ...