Sneaking and Suspicions

ARYA’S POV I woke up the next morning with swollen eyes and a hollow feeling in my chest that no amount of sleep could fix. The pillow was still damp from last night's tears, and my throat felt raw from crying. I managed to push myself to the bathroom, washing my hair and cleaning my makeup. I wore a comfortable knit sweater, black leggings, and styled my hair into a simple low pony. In the mirror, I could see the bags underneath my eyes and how much color I had lost. The phone Marco had slipped me yesterday during our gelato outing felt like heavy in my pocket as I made my way downstairs. He texted me last night asking for us to meet today and sent the address already. I didn’t know if it was the rage or the pain, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the day cooped up in the house. Matteo was already waiting by the car, and looking at him now, I couldn't tell if he'd known what Giovanni was planning last night or if he has just been following orders like always. "I need t