Aria’s POVThe morning after a revelation is always the hardest. The sun rises with a cheerful, suburban indifference, casting long, golden fingers across the breakfast nook as if the world hasn't fundamentally shifted on its axis.Damon was his usual self—efficient, affectionate, and utterly opaque. He kissed me goodbye, lingering a second longer than usual, his eyes searching mine for a flicker of the suspicion I was working so hard to bury. He made silly faces at Elara until she giggled, and he promised Lyra he’d bring home the specific brand of organic blueberries she liked."You okay, Ari?" he asked, his hand on the doorknob. "You look like you didn't sleep.""Just thinking about the party," I lied, the words tasting like ash. "Margot coming was a bit of a shock.""Don't let the neighborhood get under your skin," he said, flashing that brilliant, confident smile that had once been
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