Aria Bennett POVClaire called on a Tuesday morning while I was elbow-deep in pancake batter, Mason standing on a chair beside me, explaining breakfast like he was a tiny judge in a cooking show.“Aria. Tell me you have something for me.”I held the phone between my shoulder and ear. “I have something for you.”“Do you really, or are you just saying that?”“I really do.” And I did. Somewhere in all the chaos, the words had come back. Not fast. Not easy. But they came. Late at night. Early mornings. Chapters that started as three and turned into eight.“Send it,” Claire said quickly. “Today if you can.”“You’ll have it tonight.”“Aria…” Her voice softened a bit. “Are you okay? I heard things have been… a lot.”I looked at Mason, who was now telling Harper that pancakes must be “perfectly round like the moon.”“A lot is one word for it,” I said. “But yes. We’re okay. More than okay.”“Good,” she said. “I’m glad.”Then she added, lighter, “And Aria… when you’re ready to stop hiding be
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