Aria's pov
The next morning, I left the beach house.
First stop: ATM, where I withdrew my monthly thousand-dollar allowance.
Then I caught a cab downtown.
The city was as busy as ever.
Even that baby store where Damien and I once shopped together was still there, the display window hitting me hard with tiny baby clothes and soft blankets.
I pushed the memory away and focused on my first goal: contacting Max.
Problem was, I was terrible at remembering phone numbers. I always used my contacts list.
Now, without a phone, I couldn't remember Max's number. I couldn't even remember the company phone number.
I had to find an internet café and look up our company website.
Embarrassing that I couldn't even remember the web address, though Max handled all that stuff.
