The indentation on the sofa had disappeared and so had the lingering warmth. Aria Grant didn't know what she was obsessing over at this moment.
Everyone had finally left, leaving her alone. Aria Grant sobbed, her crying heart-wrenching and agonising, precisely because she knew her own thoughts, and that was why it was so painful.
Aria Grant wasn't stupid, she could feel that George Flack wanted to explain what had happened before. Maybe just then, had she been a little more patient, she could have untangled all the misunderstandings of the past years. She and George Flack could have embraced one another in the next moment.
But Aria Grant refused this outcome, and what she had said coldly before was nothing more than a plea for George Flack to stay further away from her.
