76. Trapped, Again.

ARIA’s POV

I laid awake, my mind reeling with the day's events. Matteo's words still echoed in my mind, his eyes haunting me with a depth of pain I'd never seen before. The memory of his hurt expression lingered, a reminder of the pain I'd inflicted.

I had pushed him away, and now he was lost in his own darkness because he had the blood of his late wife on his hands, I didn’t want it to be me. I was frightened of him immediately when I saw the letter. The letter that held some many secrets written in cheap ink. When I thought about it, I was certain someone dropped it out on my bed, and for some reason, I felt that person was none other than the old woman who made Matteo’s meals. He wouldn’t trust me if I were to tell him the woman who has been like a mother to him and who he trusted with his food was the one who brought that letter to me.