CHAPTER 389

ADAM’S POV

As soon as I enter our bedroom, my heart sinks. Aria is in a state of complete devastation, her body slumped against the couch, face buried in her hands. Panic surges through me as I take in the scene. What has happened? Just this morning, she was so cheerful, so full of life. Now, it’s as if the light has been snuffed out of her, and I have no idea why.

I rush over to her, my mind racing with fear and confusion. Her shoulders are shaking, and I can see that she has been crying, her body wracked with silent sobs. She looks so small, so fragile, and my chest tightens at the sight of her in such pain. I call out to her, trying to reach through the fog of whatever has taken hold of her.

“Aria! Aria!”

I say, my voice trembling. But she doesn’t respond. Her head is in her hands, and she doesn’t even seem to hear me. I reach out, placing a hand on her shoulder, but she flinches away from my touch, as if I’ve burned her.

I don’t know what to do, and I feel utterly helpless. My min