Aria was completely devastated as she silently left the hotel room. She moved like a ghost, her small, fragile figure weighed down by the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing.

She pulled up her hood, casting a dark shadow across her face, determined to conceal the evidence of a night that had cost her so much. Each step toward the lobby felt like walking on broken glass. She kept her head low, avoiding the receptionist's gaze, afraid that even a glance would betray the storm of emotions raging