Aria's POV
I can’t remember the first step I took away from the rubble of the life I once knew. But it was apparent that my feet, no matter the ache battered into the bottom of my soles, that I had no intention of stopping. Not after the rain mixed with my own tears that blurred the road ahead or when I was nearly struck by two cars while hugging the shoulder of the less traveled backroad. This was because I was too immersed in my own thoughts. I wanted to puncture the heart of each person responsible for Steele’s death. The unnecessary sacrifice he made. The pain he endured. The life he would never get to live.
I continued in this mindless jaunt until a pair of headlights stopped behind me. With my bow and arrow still slung over my shoulder as more of a backpack, I reached behind to co
