2:30 P.M. Carter Mansion
A sleek black Rolls-Royce glided through the wrought-iron gates of the Carter Mansion before coming to a smooth stop in the circular driveway.
Aria stared out of the window.
The mansion looked exactly the same.
Grand.
Elegant.
Cold.
So many memories lived within those walls.
Very few of them were happy.
Damian glanced at her.
"You...