Chapter One Hundred And Eleven A day later.The sun poured straight through the balcony doors and made the room feel too bright, too empty. Aria stayed on her side, knees bent a little, one hand flat on her stomach like she could hold everything in place if she didn’t let go. Four hours. No new blood. Four hours was all she had to hang on to.She breathed slow. In four counts. Hold. Out slow. The doctor’s words kept running through her head: no stress, no fear, no violence. Simple. Impossible here.Outside the waves hit the rocks over and over. Steady and Calm. The kind of sound that should have helped. It didn’t.Gravel crunched outside. A car pulled up. Doors opened. Voices came up through the open space downstairs.Damien first. “Take it slow. Lean on me.”Clara answered soft, shaky on purpose. “I was scared the whole time. Thank you for coming to get me.”Aria didn’t move. She listened. Footsteps on the tiles. Clara’s small laugh weak but pleased. Damien saying something low, gen
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