Aria's POV
I knew I wasn’t supposed to call Marco.
More than anything, I wanted to believe Dante. I wanted to go with him and try to put myself first... but I just couldn’t. I was scared. I was confused, and I didn’t want to take any risks when it came to my father’s life.
He was the only family I had left. I couldn’t lose him, not for his sake or my sake... for the sake of my mom.
As the phone rang, the sound of my father’s shaky voice as he begged me to talk to Marco on his behalf—to do something... to save him—kept repeating in my head like a broken record.
Dante probably thought I was gullible. He thought I didn’t know how to be selfless. How was I supposed to explain to him that most days I resented my father, that I resented myself... but I made a promise all those years ago, an
