Arya's POV
I stay in the room for several minutes, my heart racing with each memory. Is it real? How could I have gone so far? What will he think of me? I feel restless, especially since I've been in the room for so long. We spent an entire day sleeping, barely waking up. I would have preferred not to wake up at all if guilt and remorse were going to consume me. Being locked in here is not what I want. I'm not afraid, especially not of facing the situation.
I rummage through my suitcase for clothes, pulling out something sporty—a tracksuit and a sweater. I quickly get ready and brush my hair before heading out for dinner. I'm starving and feel like I might faint if I don't eat something. I'm extremely thirsty, and my headache is making me anxious. I'm ready. I open the door, and as soon
