Rico’s POV
Aria was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked back into her room later that evening. The lights were dim and the curtains had been pulled down and she looked… tired. She had eye bags and wrinkles around her eyes and they weren't there before all of these. Her shoulders were stiff and her eyes distant as her fingers rubbed circles over her stomach.
“You’re back early,” she murmured without looking up.
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you,” I said.
That made her raise her head but her expression didn’t change even though I saw the hand still on her stomach like she was preparing for something heavy.
I walked over and sat beside her and for a moment, I didn’t speak because I didn’t even know where to start from. Everything had been moving too fast around us and she was still
