ARIA
My morning started softly, the way it always did when my curtains forgot to block out the sun properly. Light slipped through the edges, warm and persistent, until it brushed against my eyelids and forced me awake. I groaned quietly, turning on my side and pulling the duvet closer, trying to cling to the last fragile threads of sleep.
Last night felt heavy in my chest because Luca was very hurt by what I told him Darrel said to me. Still, the morning had a strange way of pretending nothing was wrong.
I eventually sighed and pushed myself upright, my feet meeting the cool floor. For a few seconds, I just sat there, staring blankly ahead, letting my thoughts drift without direction. My phone lay face-down on the bedside table, completely forgotten. The message Mr. George had sent the
