Aria.
I followed her.
I didn't know why. I didn't trust her. How she spoke "your father" with a composed, sharp smile caused something to twist in my chest.
We stepped outside the café. A clear and sharp breeze characterized the sky.
If things went off in either direction, Damian followed me closely enough to grab me.
“Make it quick,” he growled.
He was overlooked by her. "Aria, you should be informed of the truth.".
"I have no obligation to you," I snapped, but my voice shook with fear.
She denied it, saying "No," but your father could.
My knees came to the aid of my ankles. "What is he up to?".
The sight of this moment filled her eyes with awe. "You're always curious about where he went, right?". Can you explain why he chose to leave you and your mother? Why did he di
