Aria's POV
I sat in the hospital lobby, my entire body trembling as I sobbed uncontrollably. My hands clutched the edges of the seat, my fingers digging into the fabric as if that could somehow anchor me.
My chest ached, my breathing uneven. I had never felt this kind of fear before. It was an overwhelming, suffocating guilt.
"Aria!" I heard my name and snapped my head up. Through my blurry vision, I saw Mia rushing toward me.
Relief flooded my chest, and without thinking, I stood up, my legs barely supporting me as I threw myself into her arms. She hugged me tightly, her arms firm and reassuring, while I buried my face into her shoulder and cried harder.
"It's okay," she whispered, stroking my back. "You're okay."
But I wasn't. Nothing was okay.
"I pushed him, Mia," I choked out
