The next day, Aria packed her bags neatly. Her parents stood by the doorway, both looking like they were sending their only child to war.

“In whatever you do, my child, be careful,” Mr. Carter said, voice weighed down with regret. “I wish I could go back in time and set things right.”

Aria squeezed his hand, smiling softly. “Dad, it’s okay. I’ve got this. Everything will be fine.”

Her mother pulled her into a warm hug. “Be strong, sweetie. Don’t let anyone walk over you.”

“I won’t, Mom.”

They walked her to the car. Peter, her driver, opened the door for her.

“Goodbye, my darling,” her mother waved.

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