Aria's POV
Marco had refused to let me leave my room for five days.
Every day he came in with two plates of food, asked me if I had changed my mind and come to my senses, and then left whenever I refused to answer him.
I cried myself to sleep every night and just stared at the wall during the day because there was nothing else to do.
I felt numb. Empty.
I didn’t know if Dante was alive or what his state was. I didn’t know if I was getting out of the situation alive, what Marco was going to do to me if I refused to walk down that aisle, or what he would do to me if I did.
I had made a point of living, of surviving because of my baby, but it felt so hard to keep going when everything seemed to be against me.
So I just stared and cried.
That was the only thing I could do.
On the sixt
