Aria’s POV
“He stabbed me,” he said, a sly smile on his face.
“What? Why?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with shock.
He remained silent, shaking his head, and then got up from the bed, making his way to the table to grab his phone.
“You still haven't answered me,” I said impatiently, growing more curious.
With a smile, he returned to the bed, engrossed in his phone as if searching for something.
“Here it is,” he said, settling back on the bed.
“What?” I asked, my confusion deepening.
“Okay, so he stabbed me to protect himself, and most importantly, me,” he explained, reclining on the bed.
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“The police were after our family back then. My mom had a case, and it would have been extremely difficult to cover up a murder during that time,” he revealed.
“I apolo
