ARYA’S POV
I woke up the next morning with swollen eyes and a hollow feeling in my chest that no amount of sleep could fix.
The pillow was still damp from last night's tears, and my throat felt raw from crying.
I managed to push myself to the bathroom, washing my hair and cleaning my makeup. I wore a comfortable knit sweater, black leggings, and styled my hair into a simple low pony.
In the mirror, I could see the bags underneath my eyes and how much color I had lost.
The phone Marco had slipped me yesterday during our gelato outing felt like heavy in my pocket as I made my way downstairs.
He texted me last night asking for us to meet today and sent the address already.
I didn’t know if it was the rage or the pain, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the day cooped up in the hous
