ARYA’S POV
He paused for a moment before responding. “I'll find it. Is thirty minutes too long for you to wait?"
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. "Okay."
"Arya?" His voice softened. "I'm so glad you called. I've been so worried."
I hung up before I could respond, my heart racing.
What was I doing? What if this was a mistake?
No. I couldn't spiral. I needed help, and Marco had offered it before. Maybe he could get me a job, or loan me enough money to make rent until I found something stable.
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The café was small and quiet, tucked away from the main streets. I ordered a tea I couldn't really afford and sat in the back corner, watching the door.
Marco arrived exactly thirty minutes later. I almost didn't recognize him.
The last time I'd seen him, he looked slightly dis
