Aria's POV
I turned to leave the room even though my legs felt like they might give out beneath me. Weak, trembling, barely able to support my weight. I never, ever imagined Maya would speak to me in that manner, using my condition, my inability to have children, as a weapon to shut me up. The words still echoed in my skull, sharp and cutting.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I swear I didn't mean it like that." Her voice was really calm now, soft with regret, indicating that she knew exactly what damage she'd just done with words that couldn't be taken back.
But 'sorry' doesn't erase the wound, does it? Sorry doesn't make the truth any less painful.
I walked close to the bed, my movements stiff and robotic. I picked up my earbuds with shaking fingers and exited the room without
