Chapter 46. The Fever

His side of the bed was cold when Carla's exploring hand glided over the sheets.  

She sighed tiredly, despite just waking up, and sat up, allowing the covers to pool around her waist. Turning, her eyes fell on the rumpled sheets where Mark had once slept, and a sad look settled on her face.  

The least he could do was wait for her to wake up after the bombshell he dropped last night, was her bitter thought—one she immediately felt guilty for having.  

The rebellion she had been aching for had finally come, and being upset about said rebellion requiring time and dedication was silly.  

"Aria," she decided, pushing away the covers and getting out of bed with a long stretch.  

The house was silent as she moved down the hallway to her bedroom door. It was open, meaning Aria had possibly heard the argument she had with Mark.  

That fact made her nervous for some reason, like a parent worried