Aria
Finally, I pull up to the restaurant Aunt Esther works at. It's in some random suburb in New York. I push open the door and the scent of pancakes hits me. I'm starving. I look around and notice a few people scattered, minding their business, thank goddess. Aunt Esther works two part-time jobs…waitressing by day, receptionist by night.
"Aria!" Aunt Esther calls out, and damn, that gets a few heads turning. I look around, confused, until I see her running toward me.
I would’ve run to her, too, but honestly, I’m so f*****g drained…emotionally, physically, every-which-way.
"My baby," she says, wrapping me in a tight hug. "Are you alright? You look…"
"Aunt Esther," my voice cracks before I can stop myself, and just like that, the tears start pouring out.
"Aria, what's wrong? Why are
