Julian’s POV
The moment Aria walked out, all my mood evaporated, swallowed by a surge of irritation.
Breakfast? I didn’t have the slightest appetite.
“Dad, Mom, I’m heading to the company,” I tossed out perfunctorily, not even sparing them a glance before walking out the door.
Once I got into the car, my eyes fell on the piece of gauze in my hand, soaked through with blood.
My heart clenched. That stabbing ache shot from my chest through my whole body, like it was trying to tear me apart.
Leaning back against the seat, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene of her leaving home yesterday afternoon.
Back then, she’d been perfectly fine.
But when she returned that night, she had a thick layer of gauze wrapped around her head.
What on earth had she gone through the entire day?
Did someo
