ARIA POV
I dropped to my knees near the bars, stretching my arms as much as I could, dropping my head on the cold floor, trying to outstretch my shoulder blades more, to the point where everything hurt. I needed to reach her. To touch her. My fingertips almost reached her bars—if she could just move a bit, we could hold hands. I could be there for her.
My voice was almost a whisper now, steady and as calm as possible. She didn't need my feelings on top of hers. So I just kept calling her name, forcing control back into place even if everything inside me was screaming.
“Lena,” I called softly, again and again.
But there was no response.
Fuck.
“You're strong,” I tried again, sharper this time, reaching through the bars as far as I could, like I could somehow pull her back from wherever
