Aria's POV
Beep—Beep—
A honk sounded from behind—someone waiting to pass. I let out a sigh, breaking the stalemate. "Let's go. I don't want to keep my brother waiting."
Without waiting for Damon to respond, I stepped out of his arms and walked toward the Maybach. I didn't look back.
The car door opened for me. I slid into the back seat, the leather cold against my skin, and stared straight ahead.
A moment later, Damon got in beside me. The door closed. The engine hummed to life.
Neither of us spoke.
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No one really tasted the food at lunch.
Joshua had gone all out: the good china, fresh flowers at the center of the table, a spread that was trying way too hard. Noah and he were talking shop about the new hospital wing, swapping old stories and laughing... It should've felt warm.
