ARIA'S POV
His text was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
*I need to tell you something. Please let me.*
I have blocked him so many times but he keeps on showing up with new numbers. I stared at it for a full minute without moving Pillow still under my cheek, phone in my hand, the morning light coming through the east window doing nothing to help.
Then I put the phone face-down on the mattress, got up, and made coffee.
I stood at the kitchen counter while it brewed and looked at nothing in particular. The thing about a text like that is it doesn't say anything. It's designed to make you ask the question. It's a door left open just wide enough that your curiosity has to decide whether to walk through.
I knew that but I still kept thinking about it.
I called Jordan while t
