ARIA'S POV
I chose the location deliberately.
I sat with myself for a week before I called him. One week of the ring sitting on my finger turned inward and the ring sitting on the bathroom counter while I showered and then back on my hand because I hadn't made any decisions yet and putting it away felt like a decision.
I chose the coffee shop on Morrison. The one where it all started.
Not because I wanted to be cruel but because I needed somewhere with an exit that belonged to neither of us and because I needed, for this conversation, to be able to see the door from wherever I sat.
He was already there when I arrived.
I saw him through the window before I went in. Sitting near the window with his jacket on, hands around a cup he hadn't touched the contents in. He'd chosen a different
