Aria's POV
Sophia propped her chin on her hand, looking at me with that gleeful anticipation, knowing exactly how this would affect me. I paused in my tracks, my body frozen, as my feet seemed to be nailed to the floor.
The spare room was a cluttered mess, filled with junk. It was more like a storage space than anything that could be considered a room. It was impossible not to feel the sting of it, not to feel the heat rise in my chest, my blood burning with anger.
Margaret cast a sidelong glance at me, but the unease flickering in her eyes was short-lived. She quickly dismissed it with a shrug. "It's just a place to sleep. It's just a few days. You're not that delicate."
Not that delicate.
I clenched my teeth, my grip tightening on the handle of my suitcase. The weight of it felt too
