Aria’s POV
The words were right there.
Balanced on the edge of my tongue—sharp enough to draw blood, precise enough to end everything Sophia has been planning.
It would take is one sentence and one revelation. The proof sat heavy in my purse downstairs, medical reports that would rip the mask off Sophia’s face and expose her sickness for what it really was: a lie carefully rehearsed and endlessly rewarded.
I opened my mouth.
And then she broke instantly, clutching her body like someone spilled hot water on her.
Sophia’s body went slack in Ethan’s arms, her face crumpling as if something inside her had finally shattered. A sob tore out of her chest—raw, ugly, desperate. She clutched at her side, folding into herself, fingers digging into his jacket like she was holding on to the last
