Aria's POV
Kara's kindness had always felt different from anyone else's. It wasn't forced, or even out of some kind of obligation, it came from a place of real compassion.
I could feel it, the way she saw me, the way she understood what it meant to be a woman, a mother. Maybe it was that bond between us that made me trust her more than Peter or some hired nanny ever could.
"No problem! Leave her with me. She'll be safe and sound till you're back," kara said, her voice warm and reassuring as she gave me a hearty nod.
Relief flooded through me, though a small part of me, one that I tried to ignore, still churned with uncertainty. But I couldn't focus on that now. I needed to get this over with. I needed to deal with them, my mother, the memorial, the inheritance—and leave this whole mess
