Aria’s POV
“How about some ice cream?” I asked William on the way back to the mansion.
“No,” he said. With his head turned toward the window, I couldn’t see his face, but his voice sounded small enough to reveal the depths of his hurt. He might have been crying. I pretended I didn’t notice.
“We could go to the park for a while,” I offered.
“I want to go home,” William said miserably.
“Okay,” I said. “We’ll go straight home.”
For the rest of the drive, I tried to think of something I could do or say to lift his spirits, but the things Sophia had said to him were beyond cruel. They were things that a mother should never have said to a child.
William was a strong kid. He’d been through a lot. Even this, he was carrying on his shoulders, the heavy weight, and he wasn’t complaining about
