Aria’s POV
My dad was released two days ago.
Marco had told me it was a “false alarm,” and he said it in the most casual way possible—like he didn’t lock my dad up and threaten him for hours to come clean about something that didn’t even exist. He said it like he didn’t see how panicked and stressed I was about the whole situation, like he was talking about the weather.
I wanted to scream at him. To accuse him of being heartless, to hit him for being so cruel.
Instead, I bit back my words and turned around, going to my room to cry.
The so-called false alarm had cost me my freedom—and my relationship with Dante and Gianna.
She may have forgiven me, but the look in Dante’s eyes… it was like he was cutting me off. As if I was no longer his problem.
And I couldn’t even blame him.
A kno
