I was unable to breathe or move. The door opened, and Aria was standing there.
Confident that my eyes were playing tricks on me, I blinked. However, she was there, as genuine as the constriction in my chest. Considering everything that had transpired, it seemed implausible that she had aged a day since I last saw her. The world seemed to stop for a moment as her dark eyes locked with mine.
"Ava," she replied in a quiet, almost contrite voice.
I was at a loss for words. I had a constricted throat, as if the room's air had been drawn out. Before I saw Rogan's face, everything around me began to spin.
With his fists by his sides and his jaw clenched, he stood still at the far end of the room. I was startled by the unadulterated emotion in his eyes, which I couldn't quite identify—angry? F
