Aria’s POV
My alarm pierced through the darkness, jarring me awake from the restless sleep I'd managed to fall into, and the verification process. Of course. Because what this night needed was more complications.
I reached over with my good arm to silence the alarm, wincing as the movement jostled my injured shoulder. Every part of my body ached, a constant reminder of the accident, of the chaos my life had become.
Then I heard it.
Raised voices from downstairs. The crash of something breaking. The unmistakable sound of conflict.
"Oh God, no."
I threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. My nightgown twisted around my legs as I rushed toward the door, and I should have been more careful, should have remembered my injuries, but panic overrode comm
