Chapter 88 Eighty Eight
- ARIEL'S POV
- I stood frozen in my room long after the call ended, the silence stretching endlessly around me. My mind raced, thinking back on every bitter memory, every unspoken word that still clung to the air between me and my father. Part of me wanted to delete the call log, pretend it had never happened. The other part—the foolish, aching part that still wanted answers—couldn’t let it go.
- I hated this.