Fiona and Aria entered the house quietly, the heaviness of the evening still sitting heavily on Aria's chest. Without saying a word, Aria led Fiona upstairs to her room. The moment they stepped in, Fiona looked at Aria with concern.
"You need to wash your face," she said softly, noticing the dried tears and swollen eyes.
Aria nodded, and Fiona gently took her hand and led her into the bathroom. The cold water hit her skin like a wake-up call. Aria stared at her reflection in the mirror, she looked nothing like herself. Just a broken, tired version of the woman who had once dared to hope for love.
They came out of the bathroom, and Aria sat on the edge of her bed. “It’s already late, Fiona… you should go home.”
Fiona shook her head. “No. I’m not going anywhere. Aria, you have to talk to
