CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA
ARIA
“We need to talk,” Liana said. “About your son’s father.”
I turned around slowly and looked at her standing at the end of the corridor with that folder and that smile and the stranger beside her, and then I looked past her because Aaron was there too, further back, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his face doing nothing.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” I said dismissively, attempting to turn around and ignore her.
“That’s fine.” Liana walked toward me, unhurried, and opened the folder without breaking stride, and when she reached me she held it out and I looked down at the photographs inside and felt my stomach turn over slowly and then faster.