Aria’s POV
He left. Like, literally left the house and drove off without even looking back.
That was just a warning shot, though, because his things were still scattered around the guest room, his clothes in the closet, his toiletries in the bathroom, and his laptop charging on the desk. He'd only grabbed his car keys and phone before storming out, the screech of his tyres on the driveway echoing like a gunshot through the quiet mansion.
I collapsed on my bed, face buried in my hands, trying desperately to control the tears threatening to cascade down my face. My chest felt tight, constricted, like someone had wrapped steel bands around my ribs and was slowly tightening them until I couldn't breathe.
Then I heard it. A soft knock on the door.
"Go away!" I called out, my voice muffl
