Chapter 7 Aria
- Aria
- I reach out hesitantly, a small part of me hoping that I’m wrong. A thousand different excuses run through my mind. Maybe they’re a gift for me. Maybe they’re a pair of old shoes I’ve just forgotten about. I know I’m lying to myself, and I hate myself for it.
- I grab the shoes, my grip tightening around the heel. They look familiar, and my heart sinks when I realize why.