At least he could do that much.After getting her wounds treated and returning home, the real nightmare began.For several days, Aria would wake up screaming in the dead of night. She'd call out for me, convinced that someone was trying to hurt her again."Mommy! Don't let the fire lady come back!"I stayed by her side day and night, sleeping on the floor beside her bed. I focused on keeping her company and diverting her attention with stories, games, anything to help her smile again.I just wanted to erase the fear from her heart. But every time she flinched when someone lit a candle or turned on the fireplace, I felt the rage build inside me again.Marcus still slept at the hotel. But the guilt must have been eating at him, because he started sending gifts.Every day, expensive packages arrived for Aria. Toys from the finest makers, books bound in real leather, music boxes that played her favorite songs.Occasionally there were some for me too.Healing stones set in platinum, designe
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