The message was still there, haunting her phone screen like a memory she couldn't delete.
"We need to talk, tonight....alone -- Unknown"
Of course, Aria knew who it was. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. Adrian never signed his name, but his words had fingerprints. That calm demand. That unspoken pull. It was always him.
She stood in the bathroom of her apartment, gripping the edges of the porcelain sink. Her reflection looked paler than usual, her eyes tired, haunted. She'd gotten better at pretending everything was fine around Noah, but pretending didn’t make the confusion disappear.
Noah had requested to visit her that evening and she obliged.
He wanted to spend sometime with his girlfriend.
Aria on theotherhand, didn’t reply the text. She knew she shouldn't. But still, half an
