Aria's POV
"I'm driving", Alex said, grabbing my bag, so I didn't have to. "I need my truck. It has all my tools in it", I snapped back. It's not entirely his fault. I know he is worried about me. Worried that I would overdo it. I am just sore and irritated. "Then, I am driving your truck then", he said gently, staring me down. I could tell he was waiting. Waiting for the clap back. The fight I may be ready to have. He was on his guard, ready to defuse any upcoming situation.
"Fine", I uttered, sliding past him. I don't want to fight. I want peace, not war. "Aria", he called out to me. I ignored him and kept walking. After everything last night, I really don't want to talk, or pretend I am okay. I want to process it. Process how this might affect my son. The boys were waiting in the liv
