Aria's POV
Some days after Joshua's funeral, it snowed.
I lay in bed like a hollow shell with its soul scooped out, until Astrid's voice pulled me back to reality.
I'd lost all track of time.
I looked down at my still-flat stomach. Almost four months along, and not the slightest curve yet.
Noah examined me and said the baby was fine—just developing slowly.
No matter how much nutrition I took in every day, the child inside me kept growing at a sluggish pace.
"Aria, it's snowing."
I slowly opened my heavy eyelids, pushed myself up, and looked out the window. Snowflakes drifted down lightly, covering the gray world with a thin layer of white. But it couldn't hide the rot and dirt underneath.
"Come on, have some chicken soup." Astrid sat by my bed with a bowl of chicken soup and hande
