ARIA’S POV

The drive home was graveyard silent. Thankfully, it was only thirty minutes long. I got down from the vehicle and slammed the door behind me. I stormed into the room without looking back.

I rushed to the only room where I could find comfort—the arms of my kids. I barged into the room without a word, wrapping them both in my arms.

“Mummy?” they called tenderly, maybe wondering why I wouldn’t let go, even when I could feel their bones from my extremely tight grip.

“Aria,” Logan called, tapping me from behind, but I wouldn’t budge. I didn’t even notice his presence in the room until he attempted...