Chapter 113 And There Goes My Dignity

• We were in the midst of making dinner, our usual Friday ritual, but there was an uneasiness in the air that I couldn't ignore. Aria, usually so chatty and animated in the kitchen, was unusually quiet, her eyes focused on chopping vegetables with a distant look in her eyes.
• She’d been a little distant since last week. She’d avoid eye contact and even headed to work earlier than usual. Her avoidance made me uneasy.
• "Aria," I said tentatively, "is something on your mind?"