ARIA'S POV.It was dark even in the middle of the day. Dust clung to every surface, coating my skin until I could barely remember what clean felt like.I hated it. I hated everything. I hated the way I looked. I hated that my long, beautiful hair was now gone. I hated it all. And more than anything, I hated the little girl sleeping on the cold floor with marks of dried tears drawn down her cheeks.I hated how beautiful she looked. I hated that she looked exactly like me. I hated that my gut kept screaming that she was Alina's daughter. Killing her would be the wise thing to do. But I couldn't. I couldn't. I hated that I did not want to see her hurt.Fuck! I am losing my mind.I walked back and forth, peeping at the outside world through the tiny attic window, watching the city move on with its daily routine, the day in motion while I was here, stuck in a dusty attic that belonged to an even dustier old man.I needed to get my plan moving. We could not stay here for long.Though the co
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