Aria's pov
I wanted to scream at Damien's face. To demand answers with every fiber of my being.
But deep down, I knew it would be pointless.
I took the tissue Dave offered and wiped my tears, trying to control my sobbing
Only then did I really see him. How much weight he'd lost.
When he'd come for me last time, he hadn't looked like this.
Now his face was scarily pale, his cheekbones sharp against his skin.
"Dave," my voice still trembled with emotion, "weren't you supposed to be in Boston? Why are you back in New York?"
"After I left New York," Dave explained, his brow furrowed with concern, "I spent every moment trying to find information about Ethan. I even went there myself, but found nothing. When I came back, I finally got in touch with Sally."
I listened
