Aria's POV
It was a message from Damian: [How's your day going, sweetheart?]
I stared at the words for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the keyboard
Part of me wanted to just ask him directly. To send back: *Who is Vanessa, really? What did she mean to you? Why were you saying her name in your sleep?*
But I couldn't quite bring myself to type those words.
Because what if the answer was something I didn't want to hear?
What if asking the question opened a door I wouldn't be able to close again?
So instead, I typed back: [Busy but good. How are you feeling? Any pain?]
His response came almost immediately: [I'm fine. Stop worrying about me and focus on your work.]
Then, after a brief pause: [I miss you.]
Despite everything swirling through my head, I felt
