H A I L E Y
Later that night, a soft knock sounded on our bedroom door.
"It's open," Dominic called out.
Aria peeked her head in, her expression hesitant. "Can I talk to you guys for a minute?"
"Of course, sweetie," I said, patting the empty space on the bed next to me. "Come on in."
She walked in, closing the door softly behind her. She sat down on the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
"What's on your mind, honey?" Dominic asked, his tone gentle.
"I just can’t… sleep. Anytime I close my eyes, I see Dad lying in a pool of blood," she said to Dominic. "And I see the way Liam looks. He’s hurting so much. And I don't understand why you'd keep her in our house after everything. Don't you worry about what she might do? I’m scared she will try something again."
I exchanged a look with
