REGAN'S HOUSE
Aria sat on the edge of Regan's bed, staring blankly at the walls. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, heartbreak, and fear. The events of the day kept replaying in her mind: Selene's sudden appearance, Magnus's reaction, and the crushing silence that followed. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. Regan's parents were away, leaving the house eerily calm. It was just what Aria needed—a space where she could let her emotions unravel without judgment.
The sound of footsteps broke the silence. Regan appeared at the doorway, holding a glass of water. He froze for a moment when he saw her, his brows furrowing in concern. "Aria," he said softly, walking toward her.
