Aria’s POV
When I woke, the room was quiet. The first thing I saw was the box, sitting neatly by my side as though it had never left my hands.
For a long time, I just stared at it. My fingers itched to touch it, to pull it against me again, but my body wouldn’t move.
The ache in my chest felt heavier than last night, and when I finally reached for the box, my hands trembled.
This box had been mine since I was ten. My brother had given it to me with a proud smile and told me that one day I should keep my treasures inside it, things I never wanted to lose. I had believed him.
I was so excited to get a gift from my brother, they don't usually care much about me ever since the birth of Ava.
I had believed all of them, back when I was still foolish enough to think my family would always
