Aria POVMy world, which had been slowly, painstakingly shrinking to the manageable size of this porch swing, this quiet street, this fragile peace, suddenly exploded. “It’s about… him.” The words were a stone dropped into the still, dark water of my carefully constructed calm, and the ripples were waves of pure, undiluted panic.“I don’t want to know, Roxy,” I said, my voice a cold, hard sound. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, a flimsy shield against the army of memories her words had unleashed. I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t feel his pain on top of my own. It would break me. “I can’t.”“Just listen,” she said, her voice a soft, pleading sound that was already chipping away at my resolve. “Please, Aria. Just listen to what I have to say.”I shook my head, a silent, stubborn refusal. But I didn’t get up. I didn’t run away. A small, stubborn part of me, the part that was still tethered to him with an unbreakable, invisible cord, needed to know.“He’s in the hospital,” she
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