ADAM'S POVThe voice behind me made my blood run cold. I turned slowly, already knowing what I would find but praying I was wrong.There stood Aria, gripping her IV stand for support, her face as white as her hospital gown. Her lips had lost all colour, and her eyes… her eyes were red and fixed on my phone with an intensity that scared me.I quickly looked away not knowing what to say or do."Adam..."Slowly, I looked up, still startled, and saw her swaying, looking like she could collapse at any second.Without hesitation, I rushed forward, reaching out just in time to catch her before she fell. She leaned into me, her weight heavy, fragile, like she had been barely holding on.Her voice was rough, raw, like she had swallowed sand. She struggled to get the words out, each one strained and painful. "Adam...was it Dante who saved me that night?"My heart dropped. There it was. The question I had hoped she would never ask, the one that had haunted me ever since the night Dante threw him
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