Aria’s POV
I did not stop running until I reached the part of the house where I could crashout in peace. The library.
No one ever comes here.
The door slammed shut behind me, but it did nothing to quiet the noise in my head. My chest rose and fell too fast, anger and humiliation burning through me in waves.
I was tired.
Tired of pretending this pregnancy was some magical blessing. Tired of smiling for cameras. Tired of feeling heavy, nauseous, uncomfortable in my own body. Sometimes I wanted to rip it out of me just to feel light again, just to be free.
But that was not what hurt the most.
What hurt was the smell.
I could still smell it in my memory. That soft, floral scent I knew too well. My sister’s perfume. The same one she used to spray every morning when we were younger. The
