Aria's POV
Ten days.
That's how long I was in the hospital.
Amy came every morning. Astrid came every evening, bringing tea and settling into the chair beside my bed with her feet tucked under her, pretending she wasn't monitoring every number on the display behind my head.
Neither of them mentioned Damon.
On the fourth day, Astrid arrived with her laptop and a look that meant she'd been turning something over for a while and had decided to say it.
She sat down, opened her laptop, and turned it toward me.
Pacific Architecture Prize. The banner filled the screen: regional competition, open submissions, deadline in two weeks.
"Just hear me out." She placed the laptop between us on the bed. "I ran into someone on the prize committee. Late registration is still open, and I mentioned yo
