Aria pov
And Olivia's: Forgiveness is for you, not her.
And Damien's: You're better than the revenge game.
"Damn it," I muttered.
Before I could second-guess myself, I replied to Margaret. Don't take any additional action. I'll handle this personally. —Aria
Then I did something either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid: I texted Vivian's last unknown number.
We need to talk. Sunrise Inn, Route 9, one hour. Come alone or don't come at all. —Aria
My phone rang almost immediately from the unknown number. "Hello?" I answered.
"Aria." Vivian's voice was cautious, surprised. "I—I didn't expect to hear from you."
"One hour," I repeated. "Room number?"
"127." She paused. "Is this a trap? Are you bringing the police?"
"No police and it's not a trap." I grabbed my purse. "Just two sisters who need to have a conversation we should have had years ago."
"Aria, I"
"One hour, Vivian, be there or I'm done trying."
