ARIA’S POV

A familiar voice drifted through the air. "Aria..."

I froze.

It wasn't loud. It was barely a whisper, but I knew that voice.

It belonged to my father.

The one person I hadn't heard in years.

"You don't have to keep fighting." he said,

I squeezed my eyes shut. ‘It wasn't real.’ I internalized, so I didn’t have to be unsettled and I guessed it was working. I wasn’t unsettled, just enraged.

After everything that man put me through. He was the very reason my life came down to this. Of course, it was no surprise to me that when he would be showing up, it would be...