(Aria POV)
“How are you feeling, Aria?” Aunt Lucy asked me, and I nodded with a smile before closing my laptop.
“I am good, Aunt. No need to worry about me,” I assured her, and she forced a smile on her face before putting a book in front of me.
“What is this?” I asked and picked it up before opening it. It was an album in which Aunt Lucy was in her youth. A smile spread across my face because Aunt Lucy trusted me enough to share something personal with me. It has been a week since I last stepped outside of this house. Although my wounds were almost healed but I think I will carry the marks with me for the rest of my life.
“Who is she?” I asked when I saw a 6-year-old girl in the album.
“My daughter. Her name is Samantha Ottavia. My whole life used to revolve around her. She was
