Aria's POV
It was one of the men that had been filming me. I glanced up briefly at him and noticed an expression of pity etched across his face. Seeing the scar on my face must have done that to him.
His phone which he had been filming with was now lowered. "I… I'm sorry," he muttered, guilt staining his voice. "I was just chasing views…" He shifted awkwardly. "That car was out of line. I can report them if you want."
I shook my head slowly, my voice raw. "Please," I whispered, pulling my scarf up again, "just delete the video."
He blinked, his throat bobbing. "Yeah, yeah, I'm deleting it—look!" He turned the phone to show me the screen, fumbling nervously.
I nodded faintly. "Thank you," I said, my words barely audible.
My fingers trembled as I picked up the broom, the wooden handle
