ARIA’S POV

Every step I took away from the pack house left me feeling emptier.

By the time I was far enough, it was like there was a pit in my stomach. I could feel the raw unfiltered air in my abdomen.

“I would ask if you’re okay, but you don’t look okay.”

“Agatha!”

I wrapped my arms firmly around her and wouldn’t let go.

It was the first ounce of warmth I had felt in weeks.

“Okay, big baby.”

Agatha patted my back and consoled me as I sobbed uncontrollably in her arms.

It took almost an hour to get my eyes to run out of tears and Agatha...