Aria POV"Take the bag, sweetheart, before the pastry gets cold," my mother said, pressing the heavy brown paper against my chest.I clutched the grease-stained handles. The scent of double fudge brownies, thick apple pie, sticky toffee pudding, and strawberry cheesecake rolled out of the top, thick and sickeningly sweet."I will," I said.My chest felt tight as I buckled the seatbelt. The yellow cab engine roared, the frame shaking violently under my feet.I twisted around in the vinyl seat. The small brick house shrank into the grey horizon until the trees swallowed it whole.The taxi crept down the slip road, tyres humming against the wet tarmac. My stomach did a slow, violent roll.Every mile marker we passed felt like a countdown. The closer I got to the city, the closer the chaos came back to meet me.An hour later, the driver slammed his foot on the brake, pulling up hard against the concrete kerb outside my block.I unzipped my handbag, pulling out my purse.The driver didn’t e
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