Aria's POV
The hospital corridor felt sterile and cold as I approached Grandma Rose's room. Sophie and Margaret were standing outside, mid-conversation.
The moment they spotted me, their eyes met in that knowing way—the kind of silent communication that always preceded trouble.
"Well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence." Sophie's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I honestly thought you'd washed your hands of us Holts entirely."
Margaret's gaze raked over me from head to toe, lingering on my tailored suit. I could practically hear her mental calculator adding up the cost of every piece I was wearing.
"You're absolutely right," Margaret chimed in, her voice saccharine sweet. "These days, a Luna can freeload off her Pack, fail to produce
