The urge to disappear completely and force Aria to find her own way back to her house is strong, but I resist, because until I can figure out a plan, I can’t afford to piss everyone off. But I was a fool. I thought I could put this thing aside, that I could marry Aria and make my pops happy and settle for whatever life everyone else has laid out for me, but if it means this? If it means being tied to a woman this cruel and not being able to speak up for someone who deserves it? I don’t know if I can do that. A deep realization settles inside me, right in my solar plexus, my anxiety whistling
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so do the hard things
