She messaged me on a Wednesday.
Not through social media. Not through a mutual contact or a publicist or any of the channels that people in that world use when they want to approach someone carefully. A direct message, plain and unambiguous, from an account I didn't follow but recognised immediately because the name above it was Kade and the face in the profile photo had Damon's jaw and their mother's eyes and an expression that looked, across the small screen of my phone, genuinely uncertain.
Aria, I know this is unexpected and I understand completely if you don't want to hear from me. I've been thinking about reaching out for weeks. I just wanted to say that what Damon did was wrong. I told him so. I'm sorry you were hurt by my family. You deserved better. That's all. Elara.
I read it
