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Aria’s POV

I noticed the headlights through the curtains before anyone said a word. My mom had gone to her room to fold laundry and I was pretending to scroll through my phone on the couch, even though my mind had been blank for hours. The moment I realized that car was his, something in my chest tightened, not in the painful dramatic way people describe, but in a way that made me sit up slowly like my body wasn’t sure how to react.

He didn’t text. He didn’t call. He simply showed up.

I watched him step out of the car through the small gap between the curtains. He stood there for a moment, running a hand over his face like he was trying to gather himself before knocking. When he finally walked toward the door, my mom called my name quietly from the hallway.

“He’s here again,” she said.

“I know.”

I stood up because sitting any longer felt impossible.

Before she could say anything else, I walked outside. I didn’t want him inside the house again. I didn’t want my mom watc
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