Aria
“They’re on their way back,” Ethan said over the phone.
His voice had been short. Tired.
I had not asked many questions. He only mentioned that the doctor cleaned the wound and stitched it. Tamara would be fine.
Fine.
The word still echoed bitterly in my mind.
I ended the call slowly and stared at the letter in my hands again. The paper trembled between my fingers, the black ink of Ethan’s signature still burned into my memory.
For a moment, the world around me felt unreal.
The villa was quiet. The late evening light had turned the sky outside into a soft blend of orange and violet. From the terrace, the sea reflected the fading sun like liquid fire.
But all I could see were those words on the page.
Financial transfer.
Agreement.
My name.
My chest tightened painfully.
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