The door to my apartment creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room with Aria already waiting inside. The weight of her gaze bore into me as I stepped across the threshold, and I knew that a confrontation was inevitable.
"Evie," Aria's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. "Where have you been?"
I swallowed hard, the image of the gun in Timothy’s hands still fresh in my mind. "I was with Timothy," I replied, my tone defensive. "We had some things to take care of."
Aria's eyes narrowed, a storm of skepticism brewing within them. "The police were just here, Evie. They were asking questions about you and Timothy. What the hell is going on?"
My heart quickened its pace. So they were going to interrogate my friends too? Aria couldn’t possibly have any information for them. "Ari
