Aria's POV
"Aria, you home?" Maya's voice crackled through the speaker as I set the car in park outside my apartment.
"Yeah," I replied, exhaling deeply. "We made it."
Less than twenty-four hours after Lila's ICU crisis, I was finally released from St. Vincent's—on strict orders to rest and avoid stress.
My body ached in places I hadn't known could ache, but I felt whole again. The twins were safe; Lila's condition had stabilized. For the first time in ages, I dared to feel hopeful.
"Come on up," I said. "Let's get you inside."
Maya slipped out of the passenger seat, opening the door for me. I stumbled slightly as I climbed out, her steady arm around me. "Easy," she warned.
Inside my apartment, I sank onto the sofa, relief flooding me. "Coffee," I croaked. "Please."
Maya was already in the kitchen, mugs clinking. "Coming right up."
