Aria's Room
Steam drifted slowly through the bedroom as Aria stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.
Her hair was still damp, clinging lightly to her shoulders. She slipped into a simple night dress and moved toward the mirror, running her fingers through her hair absentmindedly.
The house was quiet.
She didn't know where Ryan was. Downstairs, maybe. In his office. Or gone.
She didn't ask.
She didn't need to.
A soft whine interrupted her thoughts.
She looked toward the corner of the room.
The puppy was standing near the door, shifting from paw to paw, looking