Ariana's Pov
Somehow, I felt better after he left.
Not completely.
Not enough to magically fix everything.
But better.
Which was annoying. Very annoying.
Because now my brain wanted to start asking questions I wasn't interested in answering.
Why did talking to him help? Why was he the only person in this house who hadn't asked me to forgive Adrian? Why did it feel like he'd somehow understood exactly what I needed without me saying it?
I groaned and dropped back against my pillows.
"Nope."
Absolutely not.
I wasn't doing that today. Ariana, don't think too much about it. My mind needed a break.
Honestly, it deserved paid leave at this point.
I reached for my phone from the bedside table and scrolled until I found Scarlett's contact.
The call barely rang once before she answere
