Chapter 21

The house was unusually quiet; a lot had piled up lately. Mrs. Cynthia stood by the window, gently drumming her fingers on the glass as worry clouded her face. It had been days. Days since she'd last heard from Matthew… from Aria. She'd proudly announced my marriage, and her son had decided to be stubborn. Behind her, Matthew leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Matthew,” she said, turning slowly, “I haven't heard from you or Aria. You're still toget