Chapter 153

• Aria
• My mind is a fucking mess. For the past hour, I’ve been stuck in a loop, thinking about Lucas. I hope he’s okay, wherever the hell he is. I fucking miss him, and it’s driving me insane. Worrying about him isn’t doing me any good, but try telling my brain that.
• The door swings open, and Mark strolls in, dragging my bag behind him like it personally offended him. "Here, I got it," he says, dropping it on the floor with a thud.