ARCHIE POV
The following morning after Camilla left the house, I decided it was best to take Aria to my parents' house. I knew I would be busy at the office and didn't want to leave her alone with the male housekeeper and the gardener. My parents' home was a safe haven, and they would be able to give her the attention and care she needed.
Aria rarely talked to me during the drive. Her silence was a constant reminder of the upheaval my actions had caused. I tried engaging her in conversation, asking about her favorite activities and how she was feeling, but her responses were monosyllabic, her eyes distant.
Once we arrived at my parents' house, my mother greeted us warmly, sensing the tension. "Archie, dear, is everything alright?" she asked, her eyes scanning my face for answers
