Aria's POV
I glanced at my cellphone and recognized the caller. It was a call from the hospital. I had gotten the front desk number to keep in touch and get updates about Peter.
"Ms. Darvin, Mr. Clarke is awake."
My heart lurched.
Peter was awake.
I forced my legs to move faster.
By the time I reached the hospital, my breath was shaky but my resolve held.
Peter was propped up in bed, a bowl of soup in front of him, a nurse hovering nearby. The IV line trailed from his arm.
"You're here."
The second he saw me, his guarded eyes softened, brightened even.
Like he was relieved, like I was someone worth being relieved about.
"How's he doing?" I asked the nurse, trying to muster a smile.
"He's recovering well. A few more days of observation and he can be discharged."
She took the em
