Marcel's POV
"She just boarded the flight. She’s on her way home," Michael’s driver confirmed.
I was still at the hotel. At this point it was better she left without me. I knew Aria—she would only go if she thought I was gone too.
"Make sure she gets home to her daughter," I said before ending the call.
As always, I had people watching Hope. And now, people would be watching Aria until she was safely home.
I've already texted Edward to double the security around her house.
"You know you’re being paranoid, One Visit from your mother shouldn't mean anything" Michael’s voice cut through my thoughts.
"Better paranoid than unprepared, and it definitely means everything" I muttered, reaching for my laptop. My eyes scanned the papers on the screen—the same ones I’d been trying to perfect
