Harvey
The sound of leather tearing as my nails dig into the couch is almost deafening to me. My entire being is screaming that I should run after her. I want to wrap Aria in my arms and hold her as I reassure her over and over that she is safe. I will not allow anyone to harm her ever again.
But I do not. Instead, I am sitting tight as I rip one of my favourite couches to pieces. I must keep my distance. I do not want to repeat my mistake from yesterday. She needs time and space, and I should give it to her.
“F*ck it,” I mumble as I get up with determination. I cannot sit here idly knowing very well that she is falling apart.
Relying on my hearing I follow her soft crying noises to the bathroom. Without asking permission, I open the door. Aria is sitting on the floor with her legs pul
