ARIA'S POV.
The room was quiet for a moment after Dante left. I was still looking at the red marks on my wrist from the cuff when the girl stepped forward. She was small, with calm eyes and a quiet way about her. She smiled, waving her hand at me.
“Hi, my name is Hannah,” she said softly. Her voice carried something I hadn’t felt since I got here—kindness. Her eyes flicked to me, and for a second my guard dropped. “And you are?”
I hesitated. Should I even tell her? Something about this place made me feel like my name wasn’t even important. Still, after a moment of silence, I muttered, “Aria.”
Hannah smiled like she had just been handed a gift. “It’s nice to meet you, Aria.” She gestured toward the door. “Come on, come with me.”
I stayed rooted in place for a moment, then slowly follow
