Aria’s POVI was at home when my phone vibrated in my hand, and the name on the screen made my wolf lift her head, ears flattening.It was Margaret.I answered, “Aria,” her voice flowed through the line, syrup-sweet. “I was just too emotional the other day. Don’t hold it against me. Now that you’re back with the Darvin family, why don’t you stay with us instead of living outside?”My expression didn’t change. My wolf gave a low, unimpressed huff in my chest.“I want to make it up to you,” she continued, layering warmth into every word. “Sophia was so excited when she heard you agreed to come back that she rushed her discharge. I even cooked to celebrate our family reunion.”Cooked. The word should’ve meant comfort.Instead, memories surfaced, memories from when I was still very young. Memories of cold plates, closed doors, I always used to eat alone while they all ate together like a family.Silence stretched.“Aria?” she called again, and I caught it, the crack in her tone. She was b
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