ARIA’S POV
I needed air. Space. Sanity. Something.
The second I stormed out of that office, I didn’t stop walking. I just kept going. Past the hallway, past the fake smiles and curious stares, until I hit the rooftop door and shoved it open.
Cold wind rushed against my skin like it knew I was seconds from losing it. I walked to the edge, gripped the metal railing, and let out a breath that trembled against the fury in my chest.
What the hell was he doing here?
Of all the damn places on earth. Colorado. My job. My world.
And now he was standing there like a ghost that refused to stay buried.
I heard footsteps behind me, and my stomach sank.
“Ari…”
Of course.
I didn’t turn. “Don’t come near me.”
“I just want to talk.”
I turned then, slow, sharp. “You’ve done enough talking, Gabri
