Chapter 6
Ariel's POV
"Ariel, have you replied to the email?"
I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at the ceiling for a second before pressing it back.
Not how are you? Or how was your day? My sister decided to start a conversation with "the email."
"Which email?" I played dumb.
"Oh, come on."
I shifted on the sofa and tucked my feet under me. The TV was on but at a low volume. It was a cooking show I had put on but wasn’t watching.
"I don't want to take the promotion, Bella."
"Ariel—"
"I'm earning extremely well here. I'm fine where I am. If it's about the rent, I can cover another year, I don't mind—"
"This isn't about the rent." My sister's tone got serious. "You've been paying it for over a year. Dave and I are grateful, you know that. But that's not the point."
"Then
