Chapter 89 Truth In The Dark

• The rain tapped softly against the tall windows of Ariana’s room. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. She hadn’t heard from Damien in hours. Every tick of the clock pressed harder on her chest, every unanswered call turned the silence into something suffocating.
• She thought of his words in the car. You’re not alone in this. Not anymore.
• So why did she still feel like she was waiting for the ground to crumble?