(A/N: The previous chapter has been fixed and the problem is that my laptop still hasn't been fixed so this chapter is simply a repeat of the previous one. However, I will be editing this one as well soon enough!)
Aaron watched Ariana leave.
He stood there for a moment, tracking the door she had walked out of, and thought about trust. Specifically about how much of it he extended to family members who had blackmailed him, extracted his blood without consent, and installed at least one visible camera in his room while presumably installing several invisible ones elsewhere.
The answer was: not very much.
He turned and looked at the camera.
The camera looked back, as it had before, with the blank confidence of surveillance equipment that has never once questioned its own ethics.
Aaron scoffed quietly.
