Aria’s POV
“What are you saying? That my aunts hurt Jessica... AND me?! And that somehow I have no recollection of any of it? Impossible...” I grabbed my cell phone and pressed redial, staring him down in defiance as I lifted it to my ear and waited for that familiar voice to finally pick up. She’d be home by now from whatever had kept her busy all day. My eyes narrowed at this man - tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious... dangerous? He was lying. He had to be. Eight rings... My foot started bouncing nervously, aggravating the gentle rocking of our rowboat. Nine rings... He watched me expectantly, dramatically drumming his fingers on the bow of the boat, that slightly amused smile lingering on his lips. Ten rings... voicemail. Again. Hanging up and replacing my phone in my back pocket, I
