CHAPTER seventeen
Aria’s POV
The hospital smells like antiseptic and flowers nobody buys.
I sit in the chair next to Mom’s bed and hold her cold hands.
The monitor beeps slowly engulfing the silence.
“Mom,” I whisper. “It’s me.”
She doesn’t answer. Of course, she can’t speak, She hasn’t been able to since she got into a coma.
The doctor said her condition is stable now, but it’ll take time and very expensive treatment for her to regain consciousness.
I laugh a little, because if I don’t I’ll cry.
“Remember when you told me I’d never have to worry about money?” I run my thumb over her knuckles. “Liar.”
The room is quiet except for the machines.
I take a breath.
“So. Something happened last night.” My voice sounds weird in here. “I went to that party with Noah Reyes. Yo
