The early morning sun bathed the city in a soft, golden glow as we all piled into Lucas's car, bound for a spa resort located just an hour away. The tension between Aria and me was still present, like an invisible wall that separated us. Lucas, ever the mediator, sat in the driver's seat, casting worried glances in our direction.
Lucas had arranged this day trip to the spa in the hopes of mending a hard couple of months, but I couldn't shake the unease that had settled in my stomach. Aria had been avoiding me around the apartment for days, and the wounds from our argument still felt fresh.
As we drove down the winding road toward our destination, the awkward silence was broken only by the hum of the car's engine. Lucas finally spoke up, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and
