CHAPTER 9
To barely remember…
That was what Aria wished for.
No… prayed for as she unlocked the door of her barely a month-old new home.
Maybe a glass of wine would help, maybe she needed something stronger.
Aria kicked off her shoes on her way to the kitchen, one of the shoes going south and the other north. The next thing that went off Aria's body was her bag followed by her jean jacket that she flung carelessly over the white couch.
She took a glass of the small rack suspended somewhere up in the kitchen wall. Then she headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of vodka.
"Oh!" Aria groaned, closing her eyes as she let herself drop onto the couch in a plunge.
She rested her head back so her that her face pointed heavenwards.
"I've had one hell of a nasty week!" She po
