Aria's POV
After closing up shop for the day, I headed to Burgetown. A small town about 45 minutes from here. A town well known for its drug dealers and users. The person I am going to see is like an adoptive brother to me. We share an adoptive father. I trust him on many levels. Weirdly enough, since it's hard for me to trust anyone.
He holds my trust, not because he did anything to deserve it, but because the person I trust most in the world trusts him as well. He has earned my trust and respect through proxy. My ride out there was filled with my music. I zoned into the road and let my autopilot take over. Not a very good thing to do. But it worked. "What's up, babe. Good to see you", Wes said, when I walked up to his front door.
Normally, I would snap the head off anyone who called
