The door didn’t open.
“Arya—”
“I’m fine,” her voice said from inside the bathroom. It sounded calm but it didn’t feel real.
Juan sighed and ran a hand through his head in frustration. Low-key, he knew that this was going to be the case. “Can you open the door?”
“I said I’m fine," she replied in a sharp tone, but her voice didn't sound fine at all.
He paused. He rested his hand flat on the door. “I didn’t know Belle would say something like that. I wasn’t ready for it—”
“Neither was I,” Arya said. Her voice was quieter now. “You don’t have to explain. You don’t owe me anything, Juan.”
Her words hurt him.
“That’s not how I see it—”
“You didn’t ask me to come here,” she said. “You used your money to take me away from one prison, and now I’m in another one. I’m not angry at you. I’m
