Grabbing Aria's hand, Zane led her into the house.
“You’re back! I missed you both so much,” Harriet squealed as she rushed over, excitement shining in her eyes.
But the smile vanished from her face the moment she spotted the bandage on Aria’s head. Her mouth parted in shock. “Oh my God! What happened, sweetheart?”
“I... I...” Aria stuttered, her eyes welling up with tears at the memory.
“She slipped in the bathroom,” Zane quickly spoke, seeing Aria unable to speak.
“Oh, darling, you must be more careful,” Harriet said gently, guiding her daughter-in-law to the couch. “That’s it. You’re not allowed to move from your bed for the next few days. You’ll eat there, rest there, no arguments.”
“I’m okay, Mom... really. It’s just a minor injury,” Aria whispered, offering a faint smile. Harri
