- Luca -
Mornings in the hospital had a way of lying.
Everything looks so calm and bright, even when things are falling apart.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains like everything was fine, like lives weren’t quietly imploding behind closed doors.
My stomach still burned, but it was manageable. Nothing compared to the mess in my head.
I hadn’t slept much since the last time Aria visited me.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aria standing in the doorway last night. She wasn't yelling or crying—she just looked exhausted. But it was that deep, heavy kind of tired that a good night's sleep could never fix.
A knock came at the door.
I already knew who it was before she stepped in.
Ivy looked like hell today. No makeup this time. Hair pulled back sloppily. Dark ci
