When Zoe Morgan got home, she thought about texting Aria Sinclair to ask if she wanted to meet up and talk tomorrow.
She typed out a message but deleted it all just before hitting send.
She gazed out the window, a new firmness hardening her expression.
'Perhaps I should talk to my older brother instead of Aria Sinclair.'
She had already spoken to Aria Sinclair last time, and it hadn't done much good.
With her brother, she might be able to bring herself to tell the truth.
The Morgan residence.
The moment Yvonne Morgan got home, she took a box of pastries upstairs to find Aria Sinclair.
"Mom." She raised a hand and knocked on the door.
There was no sound from inside. She knocked again. "Mom, can you hear me?"
A moment later, Aria Sinclair opened the door, her face clouded with fatigue. "Yvonne, what is it?"
"Mom, was I disturbing you? Were you resting?" Yvonne Morgan's expression immediately turned apologetic. She lowered her gaze and said, "I'm sorry."
