Hailey’s POV
I stepped away from the dinner table, the weight of Aiden's parents' words settling heavy on my chest. The mention of my parents had unleashed a torrent of emotions, and I struggled to contain them. I wandered through the sprawling mansion, my feet carrying me on autopilot as I searched for refuge – the restroom.
As I walked, the silence was filled with the echoes of my past. Why did the mere mention of my parents affect me so profoundly? I had no memories of them, no recollection of our life together or the circumstances of their death. Yet, the pain was palpable, a dull ache that refused to subside.
I finally found a bathroom tucked away in a quiet corner of the house. I slipped inside, closing the door behind me, and leaned against the cool surface. My eyes met their ref
