Aria's POV
"Ms. Darvin, your grandmother left you a substantial inheritance. You must return home soon to handle it." That was the message I got while in the marketplace. The person who sent it identified himself as my grandmother's lawyer.
I had immediately asked Peter to take me home, my mind buzzing with confusion. Inheritance? Why now, of all times?
Upon getting home, we were still outside when I got a call. It was my mother, Margaret, her number flashing on the screen. I hadn't spoken to her in months, no surprise there.
I answered the phone, my grip tightening around the device. "Since you're out of prison, come home," my mother said, cutting straight to the point, no pleasantries. Her voice was sharp and clipped, as always. She never did believe in soft words.
I hesitated, my
