Aria's POV
I managed to get it out of my bag and check who it was.
It was Peter.
I grit my teeth and switched the phone to silent. I didn't want to talk to him. No matter how much my heart ached, I couldn't bring myself to because I feared he would persuade me to stay and if I did, he would get into more trouble because of me.
Lana whimpered softly in my arms. I adjusted the blanket and tucked her closer to my chest, protecting her face from the scorching sunlight. Her tiny heartbeat thudded softly against mine.
The scent of hot concrete, exhaust fumes, and sun-baked metal grated against my heightened senses. I forced myself to keep walking.
Two hours later, frustration began to creep in. I had just been turned away from another hotel cleaning job. All it took was one glance at th
