Aria’s cab rolled through Brooklyn, windows down, cold air biting her cheeks. She didn’t look back at the skyline. She didn’t cry.
She just watched the streetlights blur into streaks....orange, white, gone. Aria had found out about her mom being alive and where she was currently living. her grandparents had lied so much about it.
Her mom’s house was forty minutes away. Old brick, crooked porch, the same porch light she’d left on every night since Dad vanished. Aria hadn’t been there in two years. Not since the wedding. Not since Ethan.
The driver glanced at her in the mirror. “You okay, miss?”
She nodded. “Just tired.”
He didn’t push.
She pulled out her phone. No calls. No texts. Ethan hadn’t followed. Good. She needed him gone. She needed space.
But the silence hurt more than
