My heart drops. Some part of me had wondered absently if Aiden’s family might have something to do with all of this, but to have Aiden say it truly confirmed how far things have spiraled.
“Do you think they would do something like this?” I ask at last. “I mean, I know they don’t approve of me, but stalking? Attacks? Hell, attempted murder?” I bury my head in my hands as the memories of each incident roll over me.
“I don’t know,” Aiden admits. “They’re certainly capable of this. I didn’t think they would ever stoop this far, but… at this point, I don’t know what other explanation we have.”
The revelation floors the both of us for some time. There’s not much more that can be said — such a horrifying suggestion casts doubt over everything in our lives.
Still, I remain by Aiden’s bedside.
