ARIA

I stare at my phone, reading the notification from the Attorney's office regarding the arrest of my uncle and my parents.

I desperately want to feel something more than this hollow numbness.

Dante finds me still sitting in the livingroom, with my phone in hand, and my novel abandoned.

"You've heard," he says quietly.

"Morrison sent me a text. And then the news alerts started." I set my phone down carefully, as though it might break if I use force. "They're really in custody. All ...