Aria POV
Sunlight stretched across the bed, bright against my eyelids. I rolled over, blinking them open, and stared at the strange ceiling above me.
There was nothing unusual about it. It was white, with a standard ceiling fan. The brown blades were doing lazy circles, moving the air just enough to keep things from being stuffy.
It could have been any room, anywhere, and for the briefest moment, I could pretend the last week hadn't happened. That I was just waking up in an Airbnb somewhere while Luca was fetching breakfast.
But pretending had never gotten me far when things were hard. So instead of lying in the surprisingly comfortable bed, hiding under the fluffy comforter, I threw back the covers and stood. The house was silent as I moved around my room, making the bed and choosi
