Her voice came in hot and harsh. "Aria, what the hell is wrong with you?"
My brows shot up. "Good morning to you too."
"I've been calling. I left, like, a hundred messages. Voicemails. You just vanish and go mute for days?"
I exhaled sharply through my nose, holding back the urge to snap. "I've been busy."
"Busy? Busy?" She laughed bitterly. "Michael is in deep shit, Aria. Deep. Those loan sharks he borrowed from? They're looking for him. Saying things like they'll chop him up and sell him for spare parts!"
My stomach dropped, but I refused to let panic show in my voice. "What the hell do you mean 'looking for him'?"
"I mean he's fine for now. Hiding. Ghosted. And I've been trying to keep it all from completely falling apart while you've been—what? Off doing God knows what for that asshole company of yours?"
