Aria's POV
I stood there with the entry form in my hand, feeling its familiar weight. The accusation I'd been carrying for years had just been spoken out loud in a room full of people whose professional opinions mattered. My throat closed up the way it always did.
I tried to defend myself.
Just like five years ago.
But it was useless. I'd tried that before.
No one believed me. No one wanted to.
"See? I told you—she can't even deny it!"
"Had enough?"
A low, familiar voice cut through the noise.
I looked up.
Damon.
Why would he... speak up for me?
His gaze swept the room—cold, cutting. The chatter died instantly.
"Aria." Claudia stepped forward and touched my arm lightly. "Don't let this get to you. Whatever anyone says, I believe in you."
"Damon's taking me to the exhibit. If
