Page 14 of Until You

Ash:I’ll send everything I’ve got over.

I sit down on my bed, feeling numb. My heart feels broken, and I know it can’t be fixed. But this man… this man’s entire life might get taken from him. My life might be falling apart, and there’s nothing I can do about that… but I can try to save a life.

Ash:Hey, are you okay? You’re usually quite talkative when we’re on a case together. You seem a bit off.

I stare at the screen in surprise. How did he know? I tighten my grip on my phone and swallow hard. Ash, he’s probably the only friend I’ve got left now, and I don’t even really know him. I guess that’s the only reason he and Iarefriends — because he doesn’t know how messed up I am, because he only sees the best parts of me.

Nyx:I’m okay, Ash. Thank you for checking.

I lock my phone and place it back on my desk, mentally bracing myself to finally leave my room. I can’t stay cooped up in here. It’ll worry both Noah and Gray too much.

I’m nervous as I walk down the stairs. The way I cried last night… I made a fool of myself. I must’ve looked like a mess, and I bet Noah and Gray feel sorry for me. I hate that. I don’t want to be pitied, no matter how pitiful the situation.

The kitchen is uncharacteristically quiet as I walk in. I expected Noah to be waiting for me with hundreds of questions. I’m relieved to find that he isn’t here — it’s just Gray. I’m not ready to face my brother yet. He told me I was rushing into things, and I knew he never liked Brad, yet I dismissed his concerns.

Gray is staring at his laptop and looks up when he sees me, a smile on his face. “Morning,” he says, grinning as though everything is normal, and I breathe a sigh of relief. He’s not looking at me the way I thought he would. He’s not acting out of the ordinary at all.

“Morning, Gray,” I murmur, walking past him to make myself a cup of tea. I glance over at Gray’s cup and find it empty, so I refill it for him without thinking. I don’t realize I didn’t ask him if he wanted any until I notice him staring at me in that way he does sometimes, as though he’s in disbelief somehow.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice soft. I nod as I take a seat next to him. His eyes roam over my face and I see the concern in them, but I’m grateful he doesn’t ask me any questions. Instead, he just raises his mug to his lips.

I frown when I notice his bruised knuckles and lift my hand to his, tracing over his bruises with the tip of my finger, careful not to hurt him. Gray tenses, a flash of guilt in his eyes, and the edges of my lips turn up in a reluctant smile. I should have known that my brother and Gray wouldn’t let Brad get away with what he did, and I’m glad. I’m glad to have both of them in my corner.

“Thank you,” I tell him. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

Gray puts his mug down and lifts his hand to my face, gently brushing the hair out of my face. “I always will be, Ari.”

I nod, my smile widening. “I know,” I murmur, looking into his dark brown eyes. There are specks of green in them, and I’ve always found them mesmerizing. “You know I’ll always be there for you too, right?”

Gray nods, but I see the way he draws himself up defensively. It’s subtle. It’s in the way he tenses his shoulder and locks his jaw, the way the warmth seeps out of his gaze. He’s always been this way. It’s like he still doesn’t trust that I mean what I say. Even after all these years, he struggles to believe that Noah and I consider him family.

I lean back in my seat and inhale deeply. “Yesterday… I left work early because I got a call. I’ve been so selfish, so lost in my own issues…”

Gray stares at me, his gaze intense. “You weren’t selfish, Aria. You were hurt. Big difference.”

He wouldn’t think that if he knew what I’ve been keeping from Noah. I look away and I gather my courage. “Where’s Noah? I need to speak to him.”

Gray stares at me as though he’s trying to read me and shakes his head. “He was called in for an emergency this morning. Not sure when he’ll be back. He ran out of the house yelling random medical terms. Sounded serious.”

I nod and stare down at the table.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I glance at Gray, my heart breaking — for different reasons this time. “Our lawyer called yesterday. That’s why I went home early. He… he told me that our parents’ killer was released on good behavior, and I… instead of telling Noah, I…”

“Fuck.”

Gray reaches for my hand and places his over mine. His hands are so big that mine feel tiny in his, and his touch brings me unexpected comfort.

“You okay, Ari? I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt last night.”

He squeezes my hand, and I bite down on my lip in an effort to stay in control of my emotions. I have no tears left to cry, yet my heart still weeps.

“I have to tell Noah. Last night all I thought about was myself and Brad, like that even matters compared to the news I should’ve shared with Noah.”

Grayson shakes his head. “Ari, you didn’t do anything wrong. Telling him a day later won’t change the facts.”

I nod, but I feel guilty nonetheless. I feel like I’ve been a burden over the last twenty-four hours, and I hate that. “I need to tell him as soon as possible.”

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